All these noises harbor the secrets my head has been keeping
It's noisy, loud, eerily blaring— constantly droning under my feet
It threatens to catch up; it waves its spindly hands in the distance
Taunting me to come closer to my end
Telling me that they have a blessed option
With a holy blade, serrated and tainted
It doesn't have an edge
But it willA foreboding breeze passes by me, or was it just my emotions filling to the brim?
Forming a hurricane of destruction around me
Disguised by my blissed nonchalance
I can still hear them; they won't leave me, even for a second
I guess demons in this world don't really second guess
If they do, it contradicts their existence
But ultimately, they're just assholesOh, here comes another one— what will it do?
Every drug that I took wasn't for you?
One more pill and it's done for
What? Drink another one?
The blade? The blade?
The holy blade?Now, you're just annoying, piss off
He's gone now— I chose him to begone
Don't let them to ever get to you
Don't let them get close to you
If you act, they will move to
And once you're trapped in
You'll never get out
Of their graspThey might be there, but I'll keep fighting
Even if they keep getting louder
I'll fight till the end until this storm inside
Kisses my lips and says their goodbye
And fades away in the day
Leaving me with a smile on my face
Saying my last wishes at the nightNo more breezes that holds a warning
I'll inhale my thoughts gently through
And let my body do its thing
No more of them, no more of it
Close your eyes and say you're okay
It's gonna be fine, now
You gotta know, thoughAll those secrets aren't really unlovable, kid
You can love it yourself, too
Start by that
You'll seeLove you for you, right?
//k.u.
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When I Can't Do Anything Else
PoetryWhen I can't do anything else, I write poems. [Became #1 in Poetry a long time ago]