It seems that my days have been unwinding while I sleep,
The shadows that were once monster conspire against me,
Dim light set the mood of doom for the unsuspecting victim,
Spider webs of secrets keeps her limbs tightly bound,
As the night lengthens so does the crowd,
Oh, who shall the tormentors be now but a lost dream?
Slowly dark scuttled away while light skips in,
She wakes confused by sore limbs and absent days,
The plotters of her doom lay thrown across the floor,
They are long forgotten pencil shavings, eraser bits and ripped paper.
They know that she will unleash the deep caverns of her mind onto those ripped paper using a pencil, feeling the need to erase a bit here and there...
YOU ARE READING
Poems and Rants Of A Killjoy
PoetryAll of my thoughts written down in here... This is a place for those who need a safe haven of sorts. Made by one of your own. I hope you can learn from my mistakes. "Come one, come all to this tragic affair..." -Dead! By My Chemical Romance [ON-GOIN...
