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Tristan May 2019
I enter the room and the volume is vast,
The darkest black depth, time slowly moves past.
The window in the back, a haunting nights breeze,
Consumed with fright, I drop down to my knees.
Looking to the sky, praying a soul to see,
But time is up, the demons are now free.
They sing a song, of atmospheric synth,
The window reveals, the firey labyrinth.
The demons possess me closer, I lay,
The labyrinth of my mind, now where I stay.
I cannot escape it, for I am trapped,
Then I see a figure, lurking way back.
It stands stout, with a cynical presence,
Eyes laying low, with the look of menace.
Fire flies through his fingertips in the black,
I want to leave, but there is no way back.
The inflamed figure is now before me,
His fingertips phase through, my soul now free.
My iris turned black, I only see red,
Running down my body, as my eye bled.
Kneeling down in agony, blood turned tears,
Thinking of my sins, of my former years.
Memories going far back as the womb,
I come back, back to the darkest black room.
The space where volume’s vast,
And time is slowly passed.
This Hell is a real place,
And it’s disguised as my mind.
Tristan Mar 2019
Laying down,
Pondering.
Imagination,
Wandering.
My mind is going to places,
It’s dark.
I lose myself in these notions,
All of these different emotions.
Consciously in a craze,
Lost in this maze,
A labyrinth called my mind.
Trying to escape, a light lies low.
I open my eyes,
The moon shine glows.
One night I was lying down in my bed, trapped in my own thoughts and unable to sleep. I looked to the moon for guidance...
Mar 2019 · 383
Enemy
Tristan Mar 2019
I’d rather be your enemy,
Than any friend you think I’d be.
Come and talk to me,
I’m easy to reach.
I dropped the world for you before,
So what makes you think,
I wouldn’t do it once more?
Your pride and insecurities stop you,
Put them to the side.
If they changed the way I felt,
I would have left you by this time.
If only you knew,
This feeling I still have for you.
Friends means the end of me.
I’d much rather be your enemy.
Another poem inspired by Abel Tesfaye.
Tristan Feb 2019
How could we ever?
There’s too much light,
It’s way too bright.
Wait, I know…
We could go at night.
I see a lot of sad poems on here, so I figured I'd share a light-hearted one. This poem was inspired by a joke that my Uncle Shaun told me.
Feb 2019 · 169
The Fall Leaves On Trees
Tristan Feb 2019
Who would have thought,
That it would be you.
You falling for me,
Like the fall leaves on trees.
Like rain,
Falling down, causing pain.
Who would have thought,
That it would be you.
You leaving me,
Like the fall leaves on trees.
Feb 2019 · 383
Same Old Song
Tristan Feb 2019
The disc itself appears to be new,
A clear cover, a clean case.
The disc itself appears to be changed,
So I decide to press play.
I hear the song,
The sound, so beautiful.
It begins with bliss,
And then a sudden twist.
The haunting synths,
Consume the room.
Reminding me,
Of the old noises gloom.
This song is not new,
I’ve heard it in the past.
This song will not last,
The end will be soon.
The same old song,
Reminding me,
Of me and you.
The title is inspired by Abel Tesfaye

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