Dark words distorted
Cold careless chaos crawling Same sound. Morphed meaning.
They don't sound different but I know you mean something else this time
Don't let the bed bugs bite...
Even though they're crawling All over you. Don't let the raindrops win... Even though they're Surrounding you. Don't let the windows shine... Even though they can Always see you. Don't let the bed bugs bite... Because even when you're Holding your pillow tight... They still come and snuggle up by your side.
...figure it out. I'm going to sleep
Crawling through the darkness of the night
No safe place for me to hide Get ready for a fight Even i know i have no guide It's hard to turning black to white I have nothing but dream inside That drives me to see the light
a lifeless body among a million blades of grass
feeling, yet not knowing, that ants crawl across the skin that once belonged to me and as the wind carries on my last breath, the rain washes away my last smile, the insects nibble away my final thoughts, I, my only remaining form a soul, settle deep into the earth of mother nature.
you always come crawling back
chasing me into fields of black tell me, why do you keep falling for me only to feed off my heart like a dog's flea you hold my chin and look into my soul with a sly grin why am I your heart's kingpin? I'd almost fall for you again but I know I'll be left for dead in the pouring rain
I'd like to be happy,
yet here I am. I wish so much shooting stars get tired of me. Maybe that's why none ever come true. I'd like to live life on two feet, yet here I am, crawling. Sometimes I wish I were dead, yet here I am. Yet here I am
I once discovered,
a dark place. Hidden beneath all the fear. Crawling up the ladder. To drag me down, and let me drown. Shaking pain, and nothing else. no rescue, because I chased it away.
you see it crawling to you
reaching out and dragging you down you let it and you love it till the claws dig in and the sun disappears and you know what happens next
a bit of drunk poetry i forgot i wrote last night
They come in their hundreds of thousands,
floating magic carpets over our seas, drowning, crawling up cruel sands, bringing raw life, fuelling unease. Salt for our wounds. Tonic for our lethargies, exorcizing the liturgy of myths. Earth's orary grinds on.