Do not scream do not make a sound
Or they will find you and the hounds will track you down
The clown in my dreams whispers to me, "it'll all be over soon"
The longer you stay here in your sleep the less you'll have to move
The flowers died somewhere long ago
Do not give them your pity
The rain washed their corpses away yesterday, when the hands on the clock struck noon
Do not breathe too much or you will explode
Like an over-inflated balloon
The puddles in the parking lot sing, not words just noise
Ringing in your ears
And it looks like they formed a shape expressing all of your fears
Do not run from the sound of their laughter
Things far away seem may seem near
Do not look me in the eyes, or you'll see your shadowed reflection
Laughing in the mirror
YOU ARE READING
angsty poems i wrote like two years ago
Poetryjust some poems some are stories some are about my identity enjoy bud
