quiet as a mouse
trapped in a broken house
zip your lips and lock it
key lost in your empty pocket
cover your ears and sink
why won't they stop and think
the lightning strikes once more
unspoken words and a slammed door
the walls are speaking tongues
pretty smoke fills up your lungs
destroy yourself within reason
happiness is so last season
bones sharp against the skin
your mind isn't all that's thin
why won't you come and play
before the world begins to fray
mouse hiding in your hole
they've torn apart your soul
trust as broken as the sky
run away before you die
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
