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André Morrison Oct 2014
I'm slowing losing everything
What seems to be my loss, is your gain
As I push through the hunger pain
I can feel it effects
Feel the decaying in my brain
Not sure how long I can last
Before I go insane
Nothing could prepare me for this
Not matter how much I train

I simply can not wash myself of you
I don't know how you do...this
Forever trapped in an abyss
Forever dreaming of bliss
Times of joy I truly miss
You're killing me slowly
Feels like eternity
Please just end thee
You're the leech of my life
Cause no love, just Strife
The sad saga
and brittle memories
for the cast and crew
of a sinking melodrama.

No badinage
their faces turned away
silent as secrecy
in the bright artificial light.

Rewinds of prototypes
of decaying greys
with visions
that glare at shadows.
Fragrant rain
legends of decaying days
pools of darkness
isolated moments
clean white skin
manicured hands
and stylish stubble
in an unmade bed.
Poetic T Jul 2014
If I could **** time
Would I be the death of reality,
As with out time
We would be frozen in the moment,
Never to age,
Not seeing things anew
Just stagnant,
Frozen,
Decaying,
Nightmarish,
Of a time that is never to pass.
As it never moves on
I killed time,
But now I wish for time to pass
For the passage to move on,
The seconds petrified
Never to live,
Never to die,
I killed time and now I pay the price.

— The End —