And the question remained; Silent, and sour on my tongue.
My smile that hides my lies; Worthless words, no strength to fly.
I find myself spinning out of control.
Where did I go?
Where did I go?
One false move, and the ground will become my bed.
I Close my eyes, and dream of butterflies that are caged inside my head.
The Rose; A master of disguise.
Broken, hopeless, butterflies....
That tore their wings along it's thorns.
So much pain to have endured.
Moonlight shinning off my tears,
Silver metal inches near.
Closing all the curtains, I let the darkness in.
My old friend,
Awaits me in my bed.
A cold shadow of a brother,
Who lives only in my head.
His voice a hoarse echo, against the walls.
His lullaby; Captures, insists, it calls.
"Rockabye baby, broken and scarred
You didn’t know life would be this hard
Time to end the pain you hid so well
And down you go baby
Straight back to hell."
YOU ARE READING
Poems: Gade 12- Present Day
PoetryFrom another guy in the world, to you. Words that aren't spoken, but remain true. I hope you find comfort in my poetry too. A rusted connection to my reality, because honestly. I've lost it.
