My Broken Thoughts

20/11/15

Dreams
More like nightmares
Pain
More like agony
Sad
More like depressed
Smiling
Fake planted on
Don't let the mask slip
Don't let anyone see
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The devil is calling me
Softly whispering my name
He speaks to me
Promises of a world with no pain
Come to me my child
As you always have
The dark is where you belong
Soft words in my ear
I feel a breath upon my neck
The devil is calling me
Softly speaking my name
I think I might just give in
Take away the pain
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When I see him my heart skips a beat and I just want to kiss him. When he's not around I can't stop thinking about him
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My thoughts were destroying me
I tried not to think but the silence was a killer too
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I am in love with the way you say my name
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How dangerous she thought to finally have something worth losing
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If I had a dollar for everything you have made me smile I would be rich
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If your world turns upside down I will be here to help you turn it back around
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It's dangerous how attached and addicted you could become to someone
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Your voice is my favourite lullaby to listen to at 3am
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Darkness
Death
Destruction
I see all these
Just looking in her eyes
Pure evil
Pure
Beauty
Pure hate
Yet pure love
She is a contradiction
To herself
So sweet
So nice
So happy
Yet she had a dark side
No one ever sees
She hurts it deep down
Hurting herself instead
Of those around her
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I didn't want to fall in love but at some point you smiled and oh fuck I blew it
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There is a look of desperation in her eyes. She is screaming to be saved yet nobody can hear her. She slowly slips into the abyss unseen by those around her, she is consumer by darkness in her own mind. Her demons laugh and dance, taunting her in their nasty way. I wonder how long this damaged beauty will last in this world.
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All she seems to do is smoke, I go over to see her and she is sitting on her bed, window open, hair done, music blasting, a bong in her hand and a mix on her bedside table. She sang softly "lovely Mary Jane please take away my pain" the words drifted into the silence as we laid on our bed that night. She is beautiful in her self destruction.
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But the most beautiful things in
Life are not just things
They're people and places
Memories and pictures
They're feelings and moments
Smiles and laughter
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My mind
Forgets to
Remind me
You're a bad idea
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20/11/15