I look deep into the pages..
beyond words ..
right to the depth of it all. Solitude and in lost thought..
I chuckle at myself wondering if I alone think differently about things.
I pressing deep in the above skies clouds.moon star's light dark..
all such a damn connection between life and/or death .
..
standing .
I wouldn't wish this to my worse enemies..
aches and pains broken down into the pages.
fire in my lungs and venom in my saliva...
awaiting my moment.
I can't stand the quiet.
pacing....
heart is in a stance .
running of electric in my veins!!
I shake ...
misunderstood creature that makes me dig deeper..
into the pages of innocents that once was..
Buzzing light immunities to those common annoyance i had before.
Smirking I wait for you to invite me to your door..
YOU ARE READING
Visions Of Spookielament
Poesiadark poetry for the dark hearts. .. if you ever feel like a freak accident you are not alone. I too have those emotional scars and some even physical reminder to never reach that level again..I write for how i feel at the moment. I have pstd. Depr...
