This is the time,
Where my brain falls half asleep,
And I can't find any solutions,
From stopping my fingers from typing,
If you read this right now,
This is not me,
Somehow.
Turn my head,
Upside down,
Where I can see the difference of life,
Weather it feels like happiness or frown,
I like to go to different places,
In the provinces or towns,
Finding for the woman,
Who is fitted to be in a gown,
This is somehow romantic,
Words from the person who didn't even feel a single piece of magic,
The love from the never ending spell , so tragic,
A ring that ties us up,
So classic,
I walked, I ran , I jumped from place to another,
Hoping to find the woman, to became my lover,
How desperate, how cruel, how fool this should be,
A story of a man who like to stole hearts, I see,
Who is this man that devoured my brain,
A soul without a doubt,
Uses my brain to spit this words out,
My eyes was heavy,
The rain falls angry,
You're just there, sit still, looks pretty,
While I carry a knife,
your blood so tasty,
Turns the tables down,
This is a pure madness,
Where I put the decisions,
In the edge of the cause of the incisions,
Ready your sewing kit,
For I will reap someone's heart,
Tidie your bags,
And run with haste,
I would like to bathe with those warmest craze,
The moon shades gray,
The clouds turns dark,
The water turns red,
Like a bottle of red wine,
My suit turns messy,
I picked her heart,
She is mine now,
Who is me?,
some how,
This will never end,
Until I became your friend,
Are you ready to kill some time and lend,
Your eyes to me?,
I am the guy who wrote this madness,
Poem filled with sanity,
Goodluck on staying here,
This is messy,
This is dark,
Well, to truly know me,
You need to see who hides under my bark.
YOU ARE READING
Pen - pen: Disarm my Pain
PoesíaA poetry of insanity •I know you're reading this for fun, but it isn't Fun at all• Highest Rank: #1 in poetry - September 2021 #2 in poetry - January 2020
