Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jul 2014
Comfort is non-existent, I don’t know how to be right.
Contamination took over the thoughts, I can’t lose this fight.
I must have polluted my mind,
selfish crimes ..expanded through time.
Realistic battles from my lost fantasies I can’t find.
Corrupted dreams filtered through the seams,
Nothing more frightening than a killer of your dreams.
Murders sprinkled in each corner of these streets,
then follow you home to creep in your sheets.
Your friendly enemy that knows your weak,
and stabs your back the next night you sleep.
I’d rather have solitude,
I’d rather have peace in my very own gratitude.
I could ignore your ignorance, **** your attitude.
Voices sneak in your head & cause your decease.
My fate has me wild, but I froze with no peace.
Dangerous brains don’t rest, they run on repeat.
Captured demons hidden behind military police,
to strangle my thoughts while I lay in bed and never catch sleep.
silentjove.tumblr.com
Annabelle Gonzalez
Written by
Annabelle Gonzalez  NYC
(NYC)   
860
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems