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b 2h
what do you want?

the money
the fame
the ***?

the name
the brains
and a heavy pay-check?

do you want the lies
the rage
the meaningless objects?

or can you tell
it is a facade
to shame
your intellect?
b Jan 18
the guilt
the sin
the hatred within

thinking if we disguise our hair
in an obscure form of veil
they will conceal our madness

thinking if our skin prevails
after years of stacking knitwear
they will shred our sadness

then asking us why are we so vain?
why do we masquerade our emotions to keep us sane?
when all your attempts strives to conceal what’s underneath
underneath that cloth you call a veil
underneath that skin you use for sale

the morals
the virtues
the lies you preach

It is just another mask you wish to keep
b Jun 2018
bleed me out of my misery
tear me out of my veins
feed me into your mockery
set me free from my chains
b May 2018
your soul is drowning
within your vast ignorance,
striving on hate, bitterness and rage
acidic breaths filling up the space
blurring out your phrase

"Its Judgment day,
It is Judgment day"
b Mar 2018
bind me
to your lies,
that you graced upon me,
that midsummer night
while we laid
in your dad's garage,
under the nesting shards
and wailing pipes,
just below your elbow
and just above
my safest haven
b Mar 2018
breathless sighs,
thrusting high,
barking dogs,
and selfish cries,

all the while,
you're digging your nails
in my flesh
and morbid eyes

can't you see?
that i'm dragging you
down the hill
to your demise?
b Mar 2018
glorifying your boundless scars
has become a habit of mine,
and I can't stop

I am yearning
for more
of your misery
to feed off,

I'm salivating
to taste
your sorrows,

crawling
to catch your soul
while
you're sinking
to your downfall.
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