Poems lightning cars and flashes. all he has is passing fancies.
still on repeat. the song faded to static and he. Never awoke. Tender defender for hearts made of stone. Forever a shell if missing the yolk. Dead inside. Having to love is harder to try. why would the demon be on both of his sides...that's how they delt it. .Lest it be the last thing he felt in. a lonelier heart. Foreboding love too similar sight. He's been here before. Watching the downpour soak all his clothes. Feeling the cold send a chill to the bone. Staring right up to droplets of woe. this time he really felt it. Pacified. a lifetime of words, never willing to cry. so he does it at night. writing real words with a tear in his eye. feeling the seasons passing right by. If pages were filled they'd be ripped side to side.
Nobody knows. as he struggles to speak there's a lump on his throat. choked. whomever he told never gave him some hope. So, sort to the rope. 3 times and still he he awoke another more tries as he's loosing all scope. right there he lies with promises that he broke. Since the first time. again and again never ending spiral snake eating the end of its spine. As more paragraphs wrote. themselves.... Many of words always piercing the vail.. oh why. Does he have to get enlighten from cries. he falls to his side sadder a person is no one but I.
Written by MidKnight
Author's Note
Sometimes acknowledging that you're loosing the battle helps... Sometimes.
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