Living at the crimson peak
Here, only the ghosts speak
You might hear the bed frame creak
But you'll never know what happens under the seam.I hear the shadows whispering
I feel the inaudible trembling
Unwilling to believe
Too true to disbelief.Profanities coming out of my mouth every night
You might not want to see the sinful sight
Do you know what paints my cheeks crimson bright?
Yes, it is the ghost of the growling night.Hungry, desiring to devour
Full, desiring to throw
Strong, lifting the world on my shoulders
Weak, stuck under the boulder.I wanna leave this place behind
Establish a new life
I wanna stay right here
Right here, I would end my life.All you fucking morons
Already, my demise you mourn
Crying for I left
Something that never happened.My death marks my life
This is where I feel alive
Don't be scared just hold my hand
Nothing's good in the plains so bland.Ghosts are better than souls
Have fallen in love with the ghouls
Begging them to hold my hand
Once terrified, now here I stand.Overcoming my fears with the unreal
This really does feel real
My mind goes surreal
As the ghost's love I feel.
YOU ARE READING
tears on my scars.
Poetrypoetry from the times when i feel dead and alive. i hear the shadows whispering, i feel the inaudible trembling, unwilling to believe, too true to disbelief. -aish