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Zack Ripley Sep 2019
You made me play your game. Now I'll never be the same.
I believed the lie you told.
Now that I know the truth, I've never felt so cold. So alone. Heart feels heavy like it's made of stone.
I can feel myself sinking.
Ever closer to depression. Despair. In desperation I cry out "is anyone there?" No one answers of course.
Then your voice pops in my head saying "nobody cares."
For a second, I believe it.
Then I remember your deceit. In a moment of clarity, I realize listening to you would mean I admit defeat.
But I wont let you win. I'll take your words and make them mine. It's the end of the line.
Viseract Feb 2016
And dust to dust
Rest in peace
This failed trust

A valiant effort
But no longer worth the time
Here lies our trust
At the end of the line
Just thought of tis on the spot #toogood
olena May 2015
i'm lost somewhere familar
looking at ashy knees in
bath suds with disdain
rose petals sprinkled away

have the loftiest abode
have the airiest dresses,
but i never had auburn tresses
like hers
i was charcoal in
comparison

one of the desert girls;
candles flickered the way
she'd bat her eyelashes
bringing hands to my eyes
i lie on the floor
and i lie to them more
a nightgown hangs the way
the pale moon
did

carpet kissing my bare feet
rosy knuckles grasping a storm
the lake foams over in it's wake
who saves you now
Based off the song and video for End Of The Line by Sleigh Bells. I tried to match the visuals and give it a story.

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