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sycokitten Oct 2014
You reside behind my eyes
To say otherwise
Would be only lies
sycokitten Oct 2014
Just shoot me
**** reality
I dont want to be
This catastrophe
Anymore
I abhor
Where I'm at and what I do
Sad to say the words are true
But I don't know what I thought I knew
Just wish these games were through

That escapist part
deep in my heart
Is clawing up my inside
I've nowhere left to hide
Intoxicate
to alleviate
Over and over again
Yet I never seem to win
Stress seeped too deep In
Ripping up my skin
Drowning within ...
sycokitten Sep 2014
Sunsets on Sundays
Let's begin the night haze
Yes chef I want you
Think of what we can do
My escapist thrill
You give me chills
Pretty boy
I'll be your toy
Destroy me
Set me free
I just want to see
Those eyes mischievous so taunting
That smile so bright and haunting
I can't escape the thoughts of you
No matter what I try to do
So have your way
You make my day
With the games we play
There's no way I can win
So lets just begin.
sycokitten Sep 2014
Reality
The death of me
Don't know why you couldn't see
Its everything that makes me crazy
In my mind so dark and hazy

Overfill that void
Makes me ******* paranoid
Dark timesp
Build rhymes
Drink and smoke and **** it all away
I don't even know what to say
Black out shades over my eyes
Cute words and smiles are almost lies
Escapist bebe straight to heart
Form this land I wish to depart
But how can.you ever be free
When your minds as deep as the sea
sycokitten Sep 2014
Numb dazed
Unfazed
Brains crazed
Broke down
I found
Too many things, Too many things
This instability my life brings
Take a shot
Why not
Already broken
No words spoken
Silence and cleaning
I should be dreaming
Kitchens done
Was close to fun
But I don't feel
Can't be real
Its 1 in the morning tomorrow
So blank I don't feel sorrow
Just empty and dead
The cats should be fed
Or maybe I should go to bed
Just wanna clean it all
Tables, floors, walls
Scrub until I fall
Fast fast asleep
But I tire of counting sheep
and the hours I seem to Keep
should really go to sleep...
sycokitten Sep 2014
9/5
I think of you in words that rhyme
you're on my mind like all the time
these things I often wouldn't say
but apparently I feel this way
sycokitten Aug 2014
Its like you grow up and move away
To play that game you're supposed to play
But no ones there when you're feeling blue
Alone in your new town, no one to talk to
So you turn to these cute things
Sweet boys with pretend angel wings
Who twirl up your heart strings like loose thread
Twist until they snap,  bleed out, left for dead
Now you're back where you started, a little worse for ware
Lost and spinning,  better pick YourSelf up, life isn't fair
This adult badge is one stained by sorrow
Gotta prove to the world you can make it to tomorrow
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