The nightmares are too horrible to bear
I keep looking for solace, diving here and there
Running, just running, trying to detach from my shadow
Avoid the hungry mouth of memories salivating to swallow
Every doorway seems blocked
All gates to heaven, padlocked
Dilemma, depression
Pressure, torture
I'm hung in vengeance by the same feelings I nurtured
Terrible, thoughtlessly, shouldn't have adventured
Her smiles, functionally opposite to saving
Choking my heart, damaging my mechanism for living
Sweet pecks of childish talks
That road, that spot where we'd hold hands and walk
That point, that moment it became bittered
When numerous issues got littered
Truth and lies, battling for pain killers
Oh, bottomless holes, no feelers
Will I ever find a safe haven
A four–cornered saviour, to ostracize that raven?
Those voices of dementia
Obstinate, differentia
Invisible, that's if that idol is existing
Hope, whatever pays homage to fate, gets it twisting
As I'm on a parallel line, about to reach the end and fall
There's no escape, not a tiny hole at all
Just a building of broken connections
Ill–equipped personnel unable to mend torn affections
Route 911, right at the hospital for sick people
Can they cure me though I'm dead, "Doctor, tell me, is it simple?"
"No", I shouldn't have asked
You were never up to the task
YOU ARE READING
Wicked
Poetry...If I tell you you're my sun and moon If I tell you you've completely unwrapped my cocoon If I tell you I'm still alive Because I find life in your eyes If I tell you this emotion is wicked And even if it kills me, for hell or heaven, I'm prepared...
