deepundergroundpoetry.com

Drowsy

There's an ache,
in my heart.
There's a whisper,
from the west.
There's a time,
where no one's late.
There's a child inside,
that never dies.
never fucking flies...
away.

Today,
I find that bleak gloom
give me rest,
give me less,
is in my best interest,
to run,
numb,
numb,
numb and dumb my brain
before hate reigns.

There's a tear,
never dries, never dries.
There's a vrigin,
lips never pursed.
There's a wife,
from the trade.
There's an arrow,
cupid's fallen.
There's a record,
forever broken,
forever forsaken,
frosaken.

Today,
I find I cannot stay,
give me rest,
give me less
I know it's best
to sell your soul
run,
numb,
numb,
numb and dumb my soul
before I'm swallowed whole,
swallowed.
whole.

...now crawl. crawl. crawl to start anew. from the west a fickle wind blew.
Written by SilverMoon (Miranda)
Published
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 5 reading list entries 1
comments 5 reads 850
Commenting Preference: 
The author encourages honest critique.

Latest Forum Discussions
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:52am by Miss_Haides
COMPETITIONS
Today 4:50am by Miss_Haides
POETRY
Today 4:09am by ajay
POETRY
Today 4:02am by ajay
SPEAKEASY
Today 2:43am by SweetKittyCat5
SPEAKEASY
Today 00:20am by SweetKittyCat5