(2014)
just an acrostic poem about loyalty
A rattling door handle from accros… Rouses me from nightmares grey That poor woman is at it again Her ocd, her magic number is 8 Oh here she goes again
dusk, the beginning of its reign amid clouds and swirls of mist regal swathes of a dawns decay kindred echoes wail across the voi… nuances, shades and hues proclaim
My eyes hurt from vision stale As thoughts consume of angry tales Of how dust was blown from a brida… And colours danced on finger nails Me, I don’t have much to add
I don’t care leave me here I’ve grown accustomed the desolation I find comforting so don’t think
Held fast in the gaze of a demons… Heavy lids to cover the darkest be… Heavy arms to shelter and nurture… Though the gap stays as cold and u… Through the years the headlights s…
In a world where my soul doesn’t f… And all who see me in some way tak… I feel like the breath from a dece… Just to be sucked back down by ano… Freedoms soar like a caged birds s…
I sink back into its black embrace… through the fog, the misted flecks… trapped in its world, without hope… negative energy pulses through my… this dead sea has me adrift a furt…
peel back your skin who will you show what will you be and who will you know your cats eyed face
your stare is a cold stare a hypnotic insanity which I crave, down the stone steps to my hearts… it falls, my faltering verve a cer… your butter knife spreads the mors…
in an instant the sun of her smile sets black rain clouds descend in an instant in an instant
This feeling I have is of complet… This is hopelessness coupled with… A wave of abject misery, falling How can I wish I wasn’t here This feeling I have of despicable…
The angel came to aid me All hurt imbued dispersed A thousand battlefields roared Immeasurable soldiers cursed A victory won with a white flag
I’m an open book you said You wear your soul on your sleeve You hurt too easily And give your love to free But I can see through
will you repent, from all the thin… all those scars, from words that y… will you repent, from all that bin… all the hope, lost in the eyes of… a weak moment of my affliction
With a snoring dog upon my lap I sit and reminisce of things gone… Of how my life has swapped and cha… And how my love has peaked and wan… Of how my youth has died and lived