Hands shaking,
Earth quaking,
Time needs to stop speeding by.
Bile rising,
Knees breaking,
I can't see this end anymore.
Mind falling,
Body failing,
I think my times finally come.
My soul doesn't live,
I am not longer part of this ad-lib.
I am no longer alive.
Hands shaking,
Earth quaking,
Time needs to stop speeding by.
Bile rising,
Knees breaking,
I can't see this end anymore.
I'm locking myself away,
Day to day,
Hiding this pain.
My legs giving out,
Floor rising to meet me,
It just wants to say hi.
Hands shaking,
Earth quaking,
Time needs to stop speeding by.
Bile rising,
Knees breaking,
I can't see this end anymore.
Maybe its better,
The end is not in sight.
That means I have to keep going!
But I can always make my own end,
Right as of where I stand.
The ground would accept me here.
It doesn't hurt thought to who lives or dies on its sweet soil,
Oh no,
Why would it care?
Hand shaking,
Earth quaking,
Time needs to stop speeding by.
Bile rising,
Knees breaking,
I can't see this end anymore.
Blood draining,
Falling, Falling,
All the way down.
We were so high,
And now we're down here.
Maybe the ground will take care of us now.
Turn us into the loveliest flowers,
Or the ugliest of weeds.
Which would I rather be?
Alone.
A weed,
Tall and happy in solitude,
Oh, oh oh~
Hands are shaking,
This earth is quaking,
Time should stop speeding by,
This bile is rising,
My knees are breaking,
Why can't I see this end anymore?
Oh, oh-woah,
Oh,
*~much softer~*
Why do you try?
How am I different?
I am just a toy,
For you to play with till you grow bored again.
I try and keep you happy,
So I won't be discarded.
But it happens to everyone,
Why should I be any different?
Oh, oh-woah.
*~same as starting~*
I know,
I know you're pity story.
I heard,
I heard all about those dark years.
I felt,
I felt everything tenfold.
What you went through,
Oh yes,
What you went through,
Try hearing my story out some time.
Both hurt,
Both hold memories!
Dark and light,
Death and life,
Things that should be forgotten,
And things that should be treasured!
Oh,
Oh-woah!
Hands are shaking!
Earth is quaking!
Time need to stop speeding by!
Bile rising,
Knees are breaking!
I cant see this end anymore!
Oh, oh-woah.
That, I cannot see,
Does.
Not.
Exist.
-Me, 9/20
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The Dark Poems In My Head
PoetryThis is those little whispering poems that weasel their way into my wonderful brain. Don't know how this'll turn out, but, you know how it goes! Lets try something new! It is mature because some of this shit is bad! Extremely! Not sexual, but words...
