Aka : scenes from after I fucked up.
It doesn't take much to start a fire,
A little spark, a little oil.
But wait, there's more to it than that,
More than the cigarettes, that burn up
Those who fall through the cracks
In their minds.
It falls upon the weary and the weak.
The ones in mourning for the morning,
But still afraid of light so,
Far removed from reality,
Their daydreams are more bliss,
Than all the drugs they've swallowed.
It's just a drunk, Sunday afternoon
The heartless will celebrate,
The night will come all too soon.
It's just a drunk, sour afterglow
From the fighting and the fists
They'd promised not to throw.
You don't belong here ,
Though you've got plenty of scars to show.
You haven't got the cancer eating us alive
Even now, youre the ones who is hurt,
The most.
Out of the misty days and nights.
The ones near you are the ones that shine
All that bright, but you can't fight,
The darkness with a lighter all the time.
Run away, I'll just poison your mind.
Run away and just leave me behind.
Run away and I'll keep your scars,
Saved in a jar,
Away from all the good memories.
It's just a drunk, Sunday afternoon.
It's only a few hours that you've been away
The day, is blinding, without you.
It's was a drunk, sickening crime,
To clean out the wonderful time,
Between you're lips and mine.
It was a crime
To clean out the WONDERFUL time
Between your lips, and, mine.
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
At The Corner Of My Eye
PuisiMore poetry involving myself, my friends, my anime and my incredible addiction to the aforementioned 2. A few rants. My second compilation. To everyone who viewed voted and commented on my first work, A Left Brain, a MASSIVE HERCULEAN THANK YOU...
