before we close our eyes, let's wonder why we never sleep before the sky is light and the events of last night have sunk deep in the back of our minds. but we don't mind, we'd rather watch the sun rise than dream of guys and demons and mums we despise, these aren't nightmares, control and despair are consuming our lives and we just don't have a clue how to survive, and whether we want to is a whole other matter, if I tried to explain I'd seem mad as the hatter, and this party's fun, tea for one, poisoned with words and shaken not stirred, I'll talk myself to death before my words begin to scatter
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poetrythis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
