I played a song for you,
And all I heard was silence,
And it was defeaning,
I cried myself to sleep that night,
Silence running through my head,
And my demons came to me,
They whispered, "Your better off dead."
As sleep overtook me, I shed my tears like rain,
And soaked myself and my sheets,
Morning came and again I played the song,
And the silence was pervasive, infectious as it were,
And all the while missing,
In misery I soaked,
Watching the world go by,
And days like sunlight stretched on for miles,
Why?
This silence like a cancer, courses through my brain,
Through my head,
And I fell asleep watching TV,
Because what else is there to do,
Than to let these demons
Upon me have their feast,
And lonely I sit,
Tears upon my face,
Maybe, just a fucking waste of space,
I played a song for you,
And the silence,
Still sticks with me.
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immortal thoughts
PoetryA collection of my poems and feelings. The best and worst parts of myself open for the world to view. I cut myself open on these blank pages and show the inner workings of my mind.
