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Simon Clark Aug 2012
Every day since leaving drugs behind,
Is like a new extreme,
One day you feel like heaven is real,
The abyss swallows you whole the next,
The sadness jumps on me,
And I do another line,
And as the powder fills my brain,
I’m stepping back in time.
written in 2010
Simon Clark Aug 2012
All your evil schemes won’t bring me down,
I’m standing tall,
I’m looking proud,
I’ve got control of the situation,
Don’t need to listen to your litigation,
I have my own ways of mitigation,
I’m open to suggestion from my inspiration,
I can achieve,
I can beat you,
Won’t let you win,
Won’t let you in,
I’m the idol of my eye,
Won’t be brought down by your sins.
written in 2010
Simon Clark Aug 2012
This bright future that I heard about,
Is moving further away,
And as the fires of destruction burn,
I approach Armageddon Day.

A bright future that I yearn to see,
Is painted in shiny gold,
As the sparkle of that magic place dies,
My mind quakes as winter takes hold.

The bright future that mother promised,
Has now all broken apart,
And as the shards of that wonderland fall,
Nothing can heal my shattered heart.

What bright future’s around the corner?
What should I expect to see?
I hope to see the sunshine pouring in,
Stop the lightning raining on me.
written in 2010
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Walking down the one way street,
Heading for home,
Crushing autumn leaves under my feet,
The coldness biting my bones,
Takes a while,
Missing smile,
Slow,
Slow,
Slow.
written in 2010
Simon Clark Aug 2012
My head is twirling in its rampageous state,
Trampling all the thoughts I want to hold to,
Making the burn of lonely feeling rise,
Forcing the droplets to seep from my brown eyes,
That salty sting remains on the lash,
As a reminder of the truth,
There’s no escape,
From the hunting and haunting, like a ****,
Crushing the grape, the seed so pure,
And making the rampage run forever,
Like the gravy rolling on a plate.
written in 2010
Simon Clark Aug 2012
Break my bones,
I want to know if I can feel anything,
The ******* has filled me with anxiety,
I want to snort life in its entirety,
Imagine the possibilities inside of me.
written in 2010
Simon Clark Aug 2012
I was in the corner of the club; alone,
Hiding in the shadows of the light,
Ensuring my secret remains unknown.

I paint a black mask around my face,
To blend to the background and hide my disgrace,
I paint a black mask around my soul,
To feel so forgotten and never consoled,
I paint a black mask around my heart,
To hold to the hatred and display my art.

I was in the corner of the club; crying,
Drowning under the weight of my truth,
As my secret takes its toll, I’m dying.
written in 2010
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