The boughs did creak
And branches snap
The sky turned then
Quite suddenly black
Dead leaves stirred
As willows mourned
The whispers of
A coming storm
The wind then died
And silence fell
Like echos from
Within a well
It started slow
The sound was soft
The arpeggio of
A single drop
Then like a wave
Before the break
A crescendo rose
From far away
And broke upon
The shattered earth
A torrent's rage
From heavens birthed
Thunder clashed
Darkened the night
The sky was cracked
By blinding light
Alone I listened
To the sound
From beneath
The hallowed ground
The war of thunder
Rage of light
The shallow grave
Of the sleeping Knight

The way life betrayed me,
Caused' a havoc in my mind.
Roaming in the deserted graves,
Thy ghost is what m' tryna find.
Shadows of the dark dancing around me
Screaming and crying, m' in a bind.
Wind's whispering my name,
Asking me to seek you around
As it's a game.
Darkness tryna get it's claws on me,
Closing all my ways to escape behind.
I surrender,
So knackering this hide and seek is.
The lights of hope flickered last time,
Seeing everything clear with eyes but my soul's gone blind.

Lovely flowers surround me
So beautiful and colorful they turn to be
They never ask for water
Neither do they wilt
They are put around so I can forget my guilt
I feel blank inside when I am faked
These flowers ain't real, they are fake
Just like these people around
Like wearing a smile to show
Like these artificial flowers that seem to glow
There's no truth amongst these
Even our eyes betray us within the trees
Not everyone can be happy till their last days
But people will entertain you in many ways
As every aspect of life there is blooming flowers
So many, some creep up like how its in towers
A fake flower with no smell to make you feel better
A fake smile on a face to make you feel loved
A fake hug, just to stab your back and shove
It's just a courtesy to get rid of the matter
Some just fake this, and write a last letter
Move on elsewhere to find peace
But fail with heavy guilt, unable to ease
Lastly, lay in peace in their forgotten dark caves
While I put these flowers to last longer, on their graves...

©sim

When they ask me what happened I’ll have to tell them that my arms weren’t strong enough to keep digging graves for people I should have buried a long time ago.
I’ll have to find a new favorite shade of green because green is the color of seasons changing and grass growing and my life has been nothing but false promises that even I couldn’t keep. Not to mention constant heart-break that I couldn’t keep up with.
The worst part about it though, is that I’d have to apologize for battles I’ve lost and relationships I could have fought for.
I’m terrified of being alone but one day someone’s going to ask me if I’m seeing anyone and I’m going to have be honest…

I’m going to have to tell them that the last song I listened to was a goodbye letter dedicated to he