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Oct 2013
The walls of my own world are collapsing
I can only look on and beg for it to end soon
This is what I now want
A celebration
To move forward what I have must be destroyed

These walls are no longer a refuge
They keep me hidden
Melodies echoing in the background keeping me afloat
Trouble will start when the music stops
Brick by brick the walls are tumbling, rapidly now
Quickly! I take the parts of myself I desire to leave with me..  to leave  those versions of myself I despise behind... Leave the disorder behind, Leave the delusions behind.
For how long must I collect my own tears, Everything has to go

Not reinvention no, merely stepping inside of myself.
The Noose
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The Noose  32/F/Standing on the gallows
(32/F/Standing on the gallows)   
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