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Nov 2014 · 390
Nevermore
Skye Gale Nov 2014
What if it doesn't matter anymore?
If I continue to be hypnotized by
The sweet nothings of hindrances,
My rotting future will come faster

If I said alright to your command
My soul really breaks into pieces
Look in my eyes one more time
You're killing me, urging me to end myself

On the verge of being loveless
Can I begin the collapse of my smiles
I'm hanging on to the edge of thrills
Of what they called unforgivable sins

I fought, I fought the pens and letters
I lost control over the monster
Hiding in my darkest dreams
God, I'm terribly bad at hiding myself
Oct 2014 · 401
Boredom
Skye Gale Oct 2014
Love’s not what I meant
When he thought it was
I saw him as a savior
When he saw me as a lover
I poured my heart out
When he kept his from me
I broke this boring attachment
When he tried to keep it together
My arms cried for me
When his eyes cried for him
My emotions stopped
When his overflowed
I am the villain
When he is the victim
Oct 2014 · 579
Predator
Skye Gale Oct 2014
I lusted for someone's love
But I do hate my pride
I landed in Paranoia
Isolated, away from civilization

I wrote for help with bloodied fingers
But not an aircraft flew by
I thought I will die
To rot under the horrid sun for the day

Dusk finally came by
I sat on the sand
Dry as my hope
Rough as my life

I realized I was lost in wonderland
Peeking through every corners
Greed represented my hands
I am evil, it dawned to me as I stayed longer

I ripped a beating heart out of a chest
Torn it apart in half
Watched how my victim took its last dying breath
And threw the lifeless body in its untimely grave with the others

Is this the price I shall pay?
God forgive me, what else will I say
But how come I am still alive

Maybe I am better off here
Alone with the devils of my past
Starving for blood that is to be drank
Wondering how long I will last

I then lost my humanity
My instincts are my true friends
They kept me alive
I became a predator, always in search for a prey
Oct 2014 · 408
Medicine
Skye Gale Oct 2014
Drink me
Inhale me
Taste me
Use me

Yelled the fine things
Through my drunken haze
I brushed off reality
Like a bitter taste of wine

Funny looks
Concerned gazes
Puzzled stares
Hidden critics

I give you the finger
My eyes blinking blearily
I count the time
As it continues to run

Before
Today,
After
Tomorrow

The fun is never ending
Thank you, brain
Goodbye, conscience
For I love being high
With no regrets to forget the pain

— The End —