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Sep 2015
I watched the black-lit screen die
Knowing it was the only thing left alive
After the Tigers in the night chased me under the bed
Words follow me out how they wish I were dead
The world surrounding fades to grey
I guess to me there is nothing to say
With my body in chains, my soul barely survives
All the avoidance and rejection tied into our lives

Does it matter if a silhouette is one or two
Under the darkened tracks I'll find out with you
Dive in deeper, Swallow me whole
Dear cause of this numbness and bitter black hole
Is there something I can do
To turn this nightmare away
Is there anything that will make me be visible again
Will acid words spill from your mouth to my ears
Will your gaze finally see me again after what feels like years

But here in this dark room
I sit all alone
Waiting for a reply
On an all but dead phone
And as the black-lit screen
fades away
I know it's the end to
These cold mess of days.
Written by
nicoarty  somewhere
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