deepundergroundpoetry.com
Forever a Twisted Dreamer
I am forever in a world of darkness, swallowed hole by fire.
My eyes are blind folded.
My hands are bound.
The swords float around me.
I wait for them to carve into me once more.
I could walk away.
But I love the sorrow.
I love wondering if there will be a tomorrow.
I fight, just to fight.
I surrender, to make it harder.
I love my blood rushing down my arms and on to the floor.
Because my bindings aren't tied.
The swords are blunt from missing so much.
I could leave the dark shadows and fire, and become someone.
But I'm addicted to the misery.
My eyes are blind folded.
My hands are bound.
The swords float around me.
I wait for them to carve into me once more.
I could walk away.
But I love the sorrow.
I love wondering if there will be a tomorrow.
I fight, just to fight.
I surrender, to make it harder.
I love my blood rushing down my arms and on to the floor.
Because my bindings aren't tied.
The swords are blunt from missing so much.
I could leave the dark shadows and fire, and become someone.
But I'm addicted to the misery.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 2
reading list entries 1
comments 2
reads 601
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.