It's the silent prayer burning my throat.
You said, "I'll meet you at the altar,"
and I was fool enough to go.
I thought maybe this would be the day,
but the words are glass as I try to choke them out.
It's midnight again and I'm desperate as ever,
itching for a fix,
but the voice said to make my days count.
What am I waiting for when eternity feels like,
it's never coming?
Time's dragging,
and the minutes turn to seconds and it all fades
as I'm bleeding out.
It's the hidden lies coming to light.
They said you'd love me without a price,
and I bought into the ruse.
I thought maybe I would be okay,
but the air's on fire as I choke on the fumes.
It's the witching hour and I'm losing my sanity,
my grip is slipping,
and the voices won't leave me alone.
What am I waiting for when divine vengeance feels like,
it's never coming?
Time's dragging,
and the seconds turn to hours and it all fades
as I'm spiraling fast.
The whispers in the wind
howling through the trees scream:
"Oh, little wolf,
did you really think,
you could survive on your own?
Did you really think,
you would sit on the throne?
Oh, little fox,
did you send your flowers to the funeral?
Did you play your part for survival?
Do you want to make them all pay?
Do you want your revenge?
Oh, little wolf,
did you really think,
this was how it would all end?"
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enigma
Puisipoems that attempt to provide an insight into the enigma that is my mind as I splinter myself between realities, trying to make sense of the world around me -- I write of all my feelings, all my thoughts. Everything I experience and suffer, everythi...
