"goodmourning" poems
The light shines through the windowpane
and I start to melt, I scream in pain
Hello? help, I can't do this again
Shut the curtain, I'm alone again
Sizzled and fried, I think I just died
How does it feel to still be alive?
My lungs are the only thing that's left
Slowly rising and falling in a ****** mess
How does it feel to still be alive?
Stop crying
Goodmourning
My heart skips beats when I can't sleep
My eyes strain red
I shot myself in the head
This hole in my brain makes me think I'm insane
Watch me laugh it off again
Syrup pours out but it's not very sweet
So I'll hand you the gun, tell you, "copy me."
Outcasts in hysteria hold onto our feet
How does it feel to still be alive?
How does it feel to join the dark side?
Stop crying
You're dying
Goodmourning
Feb 3, 2021
Feb 3, 2021 at 6:03 PM UTC
*Dogs are barking
and the wind is howling
and dragging it’s legs through autumn leaves
at the door
the night silences all sleep
and white walls
catch my dreams
and erase them
almost immediately
unstable, tossed, and turning
there is no peace to be disturbed
or broken
the night is chaos
and i know nothing else
besides it’s name
and hollow meanings
listless, useless connotations
faint stars flicker
and lie about the promises of morning
fortune rises in the west
and soon the sun will be returning
to dry it all up again…*
Nov 14, 2011
Nov 14, 2011 at 10:01 PM UTC