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May 2015
sickening voices
and sinister whispers
a fading oasis
by the tear it withers
these empty cold walls
lingering in the shadows
i await in the dark
Of the moment that follows
when screams become too loud
and someone knocks on the door
you have heard that tale
so many times before
of strangers hiding
beneath another strangers bed
eyes lurking in the basement
but you never see the head
skeletons in the closet
and corpses piling on the streets
reaping the fodder
for the next monster to breed
I abide my sins by the hour
till sun-sets I weep for the night
then I weep some more
wearing them shadows in moonlight
a rotten taste on my tongue
by biting on my own flesh and bone
ashes seeping in my lungs
taking away my time to mourn
this life I am told is a gift
I should be alive till it lasts
there's a god I need to worship
in his glory I should bask
but all these books
they teach me about our debts
all these words
they preach about our regrets
strange shapes haunt you
random number makes you afraid
you get lost inside the riddles
that you have made
tearing you apart in animals
in savages that know only the sky
the green of the wooden wells
white mountains tall and high
they lock you in chains
if you confess what you've known
like we're different than them
being miserable in their homes
as I fall back in my cage
in white sheets lying in a circle
blood sowed in every page
forming another circle
with no beginning
or an end
i can bow my head
but them knees won't bend
for they have only known
a thousand miles traversed
peeking inside every home
all the memories travelled
and as the steel cuts the flesh
all they would ever see is a scar
they say I am mental
but how can I escape who we are
and what we'll always be
another error for them to see
we'll always be different
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aviisevil
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aviisevil  28/M/india
(28/M/india)   
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   Daisy May and Rapunzoll
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