tales are told, fate is contorted.
the night feels cold, and all dreams become distorted.
the moon will remain, it won't stay lit.
obscurity will reign, bit by bit
the wind will shrill, the floors will creak.
if looks could kill, then it preys on the weak
you're not alone, not anymore.
still as stone, rotten to the core.
you count the sheep, one, two, three
lambs won't keep you sleep, and your mind won't leave you be.
the nightmares are swallowed, your last thought
hearts are empty and hollowed, your dreams are caught
YOU ARE READING
loss for words
Poetryevery day I'm left at a loss for words. ✘CW: mentions of suicide and self-harm © 2017-2023 alexxiajay, all rights reserved *i wrote this collection in 2017, i have only updated it recently. (fixed some grammatical errors, and changed a few things, b...
