a hideous beast wakes in the
depths of my heart.
crawling from the shallow grave I buried him,
silent and dark, tip toes on guitar strings.
he shoots through my brainstem like ******
intoxicating my dreams, gnawing his teeth.
I thought you were dead!?
why are you here!?

©Dylan Whisman

DylanWhisman

Thought you were dead

the picture of her on your lips 
makes me cringe
the more the thought sticks, 
the more i feel sick

it was so long ago
though it’s got a harsh grip 
on me, so

i couldn’t keep this feeling
pent up inside
the vision of 
her glittering eyes
in yours
and not the deep recesses
of mine