Do I still take your breath away or has that power expired? Leave me to my own devices because I’m growing tired And for a little while you lead me to believe you’re done Until the moment I start losing interest in which direction your feet run And I say I no longer care but we both know it isn’t true Honestly I do not give a ****... About anything except you The only thing ricocheting against my set of bones Is your name bouncing like drumsticks on xylophones For once I get to perform our song Music to my lonely ears Skeleton an instrument producing every note brain hears Have my mutilated perception record melody When finished play it over so I can sing off-key And leave on your doorstep to remind you of what we had When I am done realize I still feel just as sad And screams bottled up press on the walls of my insides Threatening to expose the place heartache hides Slide shapeless secrets even deeper down the ***** Drowning damaged moments in a mess of distraction and dope One Two Three I count numbers to ground racing thoughts Break the anxious flow in a failed attempt to untangle mental knots I will go to extreme lengths to relieve madness in my mind Waiting for comfort desperately needed but can never seem to find And my own flesh torments with mocking memories Using tattooed ink for leverage to ridicule and tease A traitor amongst body parts equally writhing in despair Breath inhaling solitude coursing through the stagnant air Lifeless eyes exhausted from overwhelming cruelty they view You put up careful facades but ******* is easy to see through X-rays of faithful adoration reveal commitment a disguise Well-rehearsed remorse when stripped is nothing more than lies And crumpled promises fill the trash can with empty words you said Same old disappointment cuts Blood staining hands bright red Stomach full of excuses violently crammed down my throat Those plus dead butterflies swell causing my tummy to bloat My heart now lies in throbbing pieces scattered across bottom of my soul In the exact spot you used to reside within my chest is now an unfathomable hole
We seek for an excuse impatiently, To keep living our life freely; To endure the dreadful scene intrepidly, Fraught with the mess, doom, and jeopardy. A dark, infectious, virus may it be; Unfathomable, and obscure seemingly We are unaware of it wholly. We wish to get out from this trouble, So as to wake up on a bright day; After it, we would have learnt To face our reality as humans together. We need these kinds of tragedies, For them to remind us of our humanness.
what is it when every time witness your image.. minutes feeling like forever, when i know everything is finished. reflections may not be as vibrant as they use to be, you know everything seem to turns translucent. lucid, but losing what it exactly meant to an extent. lingering somewhere rather known dwelling deep inside. let alone all i confided just a piece is missing, when it comes to reminiscing. i know it doesn't make any difference. past tense to present.. the significance lost its value.. its not a coincidence. just dont misrepresent
Under the spell of the milky way's surge an illusion past a zillion light years, among a million things dull and bright flashing messages like crazy fireflies, all the time demanding my attention, how did, just you became my cynosure? As I sit amazed like a kid on an ocean shore foolishly start to analyze, without knowing how to go about it, except dreaming in poetry, my eyes catch the same galaxy in my veins in your eyes churn, to catch the essence of this spell. And I realize : you too are like me, puzzled about this magical conspiracy of stellar configuarations that make the star dust within us attract each other.
What do we know about the cosmic dynamics that make us work as a clockwork, intricately connected to one limitless consciousness, in which all form a part...
Silhouetted feathers, dipped in Unfathomable pain, rain inside my room. And the monster under my bed has awoken again. Feeding on my mind and the emotions I emulate His cold, dead, hands wrapped around my brain I can hear his voice inside my head his wondering thoughts keep me cold like bed sheets
Sometimes I wonder If these walls could speak What would they say after catching wind of everything they've absorbed When I yelled my rage, distress, and disbelief at them
Sometimes I wonder, If this ceiling had eyes could it see Me in a bipolar state of mind as I write in this notebook my moments of sadness, malice, and agony
Sometimes I wonder If these walls were alive have I slowly been watching them die As I stabbed them a million times With my lingering thoughts
And if these walls could walk Would they walk away and leave me here In such a lonely world laying in my bed drowning in this shame Buried in bones As the skeletons inside my closet dance above my body, & soul in this rain made of nostalgic feathers And the monster under my bed has replaced the monster inside my head.