There's a devil in the corner of my room who waits until I fall asleep to kiss my cheek and bid me goodnight. During the day he cannot reach me because he is, as stated previously, a demon, in all its magnificent glory.
But he's not bad, not for me.
I tell him all my secrets, I tell him of all who looked at me with eyes I can't interpret. I'm trying my best here, and I think this four legged creature is the closest I'll come to being loved.
you walk on an abandoned railway its dark and you can't see anything but your know they're there people in front of you behind you, on every side of you holding you like you're something dear, someone important that they can't bear to lose it's a ghost town. you might as well be blind but you still balance on the tracks, someone is holding your hand at home your mom is making dinner while you eat a clementine and nothing makes you happier than this clementine so you consider planting a seed but it would die anyway because it's a ghost town. but there are no ghost, not really it's just history and it's begging you to keep yourself sane.
The angel of death once eclipsed our goodbye Embraced you within a golden abyss marked with our glistening eyes I’ve pictured this conversation more times than I testify Yet a chance of it occurring leaves me mortified For there’s a sweet escape in lingering within stolen time Before your demise feels real allows me to bathe in a tempting crime.
Regardless, this hollowed illusion comes to fracture Present now a past but my life plays backwards The gravity of reality cascades upon me Trapped in a realm of denial unable to be set free Although I am the creator of this melancholic fantasy The price of release means a lifetime of apathy
Instead, I extend, and live within a conversed eulogy Attempting final goodbyes laced with ambiguity. - epiphanyofwords
Yeah , I was and I am an introvert You resolved me so soon you cared about me too much you was , are my most important part even when I didn't know that. Your absence, presence mattered me but somehow , situations shattered me I was too yearning for you in the silence when you was craving for me in words . I cannot persist in saying and yes I know I was delaying but really , I felt I missed you so much, even when I said , " I don't. "
Lost for words yet again 1:24am still awake Head filled with screams Laughter following Hounds on a fox hunt Looking for a sign Where the rabbit tracks start Tumbleweeds rolling Maybe if I keep listening I’ll finally hear that poetic voice The shy one Only speaking when it’s had enough When silence becomes its enemy Provoking embers into flames I’ll continue to jot down Asking if it has anything to say Alcohol anonymous meetings Share your feelings The reasons for your actions Pass when you don’t feel like it Somethings got to give Please just say something to me Anything Even if it is Another suicide note We can’t carry out Deaths not a fast food restaurant We simply wait for a table
When you feel like writing but you have too much to say and it become a jumbled mess of words. I call it abstract poetry. Eventually something makes sense