I'm friends with the monster
...better off dead...
I'm dancing with the ghosts in my head.
There's nothing but terror
a fragmented lie
the glimmer of darkness inside your eyes.
You think I'm crazy,
and think you're sane
but you're the one who's created this pain.
I'm friends with the monster
inside my head
whispering to ghosts, you're better off dead.
I'm lying in silence--
watching in vein
flashes of life, driving me insane.
Your hate this monster
animal I have become
fearful of the beast
nowhere to run.
I'm friends with this monster
lingering inside
no shadows to protect you
no place to hide.
There is this monster who bares my name
he makes you promises
drives you insane.
There are these ghosts
lingering inside my soul
taking my heart,
taking my soul.
I'm friends with this monster
he's broken me down
stolen my throne
stolen the crown.
This is the beast
inside my brain
this is the nightmare
driving me insane.
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Goblin Garden (My first collection of random poems) PUBLISHED!
PoetryThere is a shadow lurking on the edge of our perception, in the worst of our nightmares. It is us. It has always been us. Welcome to my first collection of poetry. Here you will find a mangled mess of dark, eccentric and sometimes hopeful poems...