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Beneath
Hey, yeah you
I can see you sitting
All lonely
A drink for you
To ease your cares
Can I sit
And talk awhile?
Enough of me
What about you?
Is there a tale
Behind that glass?
Who’s to blame
For this sad
Broken heart?
What is this,
Are you getting tired?
A long day
So full of stress.
Care to go back
To my place
To let a load off?
I promise
To listen to your woes
You can cry
In my strong arms.
I will hold you
Until you drift
Off into bliss.
You awake
In pitch darkness
Encased in wood.
Fear flutters
Inside your heart.
What is this?
Buried alive.
You lash about
Against the pine box
That has become
Your tomb.
Predicament
Is clear, you scream
No one hears you.
But me
I smile wide
You are but
Another trophy
Under my floors.
Deep inside
The dirt-packed ground.
Oh, your face
Swims gracefully
In my dreams.
Easing away
Troubles of the day.
Thank you, dear,
For being my friend.
I can see you sitting
All lonely
A drink for you
To ease your cares
Can I sit
And talk awhile?
Enough of me
What about you?
Is there a tale
Behind that glass?
Who’s to blame
For this sad
Broken heart?
What is this,
Are you getting tired?
A long day
So full of stress.
Care to go back
To my place
To let a load off?
I promise
To listen to your woes
You can cry
In my strong arms.
I will hold you
Until you drift
Off into bliss.
You awake
In pitch darkness
Encased in wood.
Fear flutters
Inside your heart.
What is this?
Buried alive.
You lash about
Against the pine box
That has become
Your tomb.
Predicament
Is clear, you scream
No one hears you.
But me
I smile wide
You are but
Another trophy
Under my floors.
Deep inside
The dirt-packed ground.
Oh, your face
Swims gracefully
In my dreams.
Easing away
Troubles of the day.
Thank you, dear,
For being my friend.
Published 26th Dec 2013
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27th Dec 2013 4:05pm
28th Dec 2013 11:34pm
27th Dec 2013 7:37pm
other side? ... This is the poem for the charmer who buys round after and round but has duct tape and Bowie knife ever ready ...
... The soft start does lure you in which is the key to this piece because that's just how many victims are taken whether it's the girl at the bar or some old lady who writes a check when a nice stranger calls ..
Cool write HR
LSP
... The soft start does lure you in which is the key to this piece because that's just how many victims are taken whether it's the girl at the bar or some old lady who writes a check when a nice stranger calls ..
Cool write HR
LSP
28th Dec 2013 11:35pm
29th Dec 2013 7:41am
By tender,I meant the tone. The dichotomy is well portrayed. The "other side" of a monster is how it sees itself. laugh it up boys...
31st Dec 2013 9:40pm
Excellent Piece!!
I have nothing else to say since my thoughts are the same as Lobo's.
Darker
I have nothing else to say since my thoughts are the same as Lobo's.
Darker
3rd Jan 2014 1:49am
It make me happy that my dark poetry brings so such joy to so many. Stay tuned!
10th Jan 2014 10:53pm
This made me think of how close we can come to danger and never even realize it, or realize it too late. It gave me the creeps, well done.
20th Jan 2014 4:52am
