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Dec 2013
It's like a light bulb.
When it's on, it's bright and lights up the room
When it's off, it's dark.
It's so dark.
The thoughts creep through the darkness, they are haunting, they taunt emotions.
They sneak through, and they attack.
It switches, as quick as a snap.
Their off. They're gone and it's out.
I'm trying to fight it, I'm trying to stay focused, trying to break back into brightness.
It's too late, it's gone.
I'm struggling.
I Can't control myself.
These thoughts are overwhelming
They flow through my head, around my brain.
No direction, just pounding.
A Painful, Powerful Punch.
Like an anchor thrown out of a ship,
weighing me down.
I'm struggling to feel, I can't control myself.
From a flash of a second i'm high, then i'm low. deep in the ground.
the ground is drowning me
Thoughts of hate and despise rush through my mind.
I hate everything, everything i've ever touched, loved or cared about.
My eyes blacken, and i'm gone.
My blood thickens to poison, no escape or exit route.
I have no control,
The words flow out of my mouth so effortlessly,
Small words that destroy worlds.
Words that the devil himself created.
I was made as a Monster, and i will never love again.
Written by
Shannon
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     Lior Gavra, --- and -
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