I hear my heartbeat through these
Headphones
The ones I use to blast loud music
Through my ears.
I lie in bed awake
Scrolling through a book
That educates me
With its morbid writing style
And straight to the point attitude.
I like to be awake at this time
When it's quiet and the roads are free
When the birds are asleep
When the thoughts in my head
Become pulsating.
I write at this time
As my mind becomes a little less
Corroded
And a little more free.
As I look outside my window
The street lamps shine upon the
Unholy ground
And I take a picture
With this old camera
Of that house where she used
To live.
I've never been one for loving myself
Or stretching out to anyone
I've always kept my feelings inside
Trapping them
As my world collides
With obstacles.
I lie back down
The early hours are becoming my friend.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 11:22 PM UTC
I hear my heartbeat through these
Headphones
The ones I use to blast loud music
Through my ears.
I lie in bed awake
Scrolling through a book
That educates me
With its morbid writing style
And straight to the point attitude.
I like to be awake at this time
When it's quiet and the roads are free
When the birds are asleep
When the thoughts in my head
Become pulsating.
I write at this time
As my mind becomes a little less
Corroded
And a little more free.
As I look outside my window
The street lamps shine upon the
Unholy ground
And I take a picture
With this old camera
Of that house where she used
To live.
I've never been one for loving myself
Or stretching out to anyone
I've always kept my feelings inside
Trapping them
As my world collides
With obstacles.
I lie back down
The early hours are becoming my friend.
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