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Viseract Sep 2016
He walks along the pavement, head down,
Just cruising
Wincing as he holds his wounds
Staggering from the bruising

He falls down on his hands and knees
His hair around his face
Glances down at the puddle before him
As a demon takes its' place

Snarling and snapping,
The world around fades in red
He lays there, deathly still
As the sidewalk becomes his bed

He wakes up and goes home
Around about midnight
Curiously, he senses a stirring
A demon hidden inside

The next day he goes to school
And gets beat down, kicked in the ribs
So when the next kick comes flying in
He breaks all his bullies' shins

He established a sense of terror that day
And it helps keep them in check
When he rocks up at school
He can study to become a vet

He walks along the pavement, head down
Just cruising
Looks down at his knuckles
And sees them clean of bruising

Looks down at the puddle
And the demon turns and fades
The light break through the clouds
And he only sees his face
a story for those who need material
Viseract Sep 2016
Something that I try to fight
You fight it too, in dark or light
Together we can win, across the distance and time
My Nightmare that fights me, sometimes he makes me blind

Do not fall to the voices in your mind
That make you cut, leave a ****** sign
Time heals but leaves a scar
When it's over, do not forget your past

Rant, rave, spit or talk
You and I, we walk the walk
The path we dread is a path we share
The demons in the dark, the knife, the snare

Watch my step and I'll watch yours
Together we can unlock closed doors
Find a reason not to, rather than one to do so
It's working for me, why not you, y'know?

I hope you read this, but do not ignore
For me to write this was quite the chore
To have such pained effort fall when it's so near
Would be a reason to cut, ear to ear

I think you're beautiful, regardless of what you believe
For our eyes and mind can trick and deceive
When nobody trusts, compliments or gives hope,
Know that I do, though my responses are slow

Sleep well, my <3
At least, try to rest
Restlessness is eagerness
But eventually, is Death

And I do not wish to lose someone like you

An Insomniac and Pyromaniac message each other... one's mind does burn, the other wishes to burn everything in mind...
<3 you, Maddii
Viseract Sep 2016
HIM: Chaos

Me: My definition is but a simple play on words. To give life meaning. Chaos is in everything, true. Even in perfection, because things such as ****** can be seen as a perfect disarray of mental instability and flawless art, so really, Chaos is an art. Are you saying that life is but a painting of art, a description of life through poetry, of a musical symphony that wears away with time?

HIM**: Whatever you're on, I want some
I am feeling very on the ball right now, as you can see
Viseract Sep 2016
If with but one word I could ******
Everything wrong with myself
And the world around me,
All I would think is:

****
****
******!
Viseract Sep 2016
It's easy for me to write a song,
I hum the bars and sing along
Music stirring in my brain
That I can't release so I go insane

I just hope that by posting lyrics
Someone will know what I meant to do with it
That someone will have my music in their head
And that shared like telepathy will be the lullaby to bed
just had this conversation aha, and these words came to me :)    <3 you Karishma! :)
Viseract Sep 2016
Grateful for the fact that all of you support me,
Never did I ever believe I'd hit 120
But I'm at it now, so thanks to all for encouraging this
When I see that number I wear a smile of best fit
Thank you all for supporting my work, I remember when I felt awesome for one view... it seems like just yesterday I was staring at my screen for the big 10 views. My first poem was called Fly Away, and my first entry into Hello Poetry was not a positive one that made me stand out, yet here I am. It warms my heart, it truly does... <3

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