The wind stops blowing and lets the world be still. The animals stop speaking and get hyped up on the thrill.
The waves in the ocean stop clashing to let him speak.
The air gets thin, murderous, knees weak.
The entire world halts and tries to listen in,
clings on to his voice and wait for his words of sin.
Love goes running, seeking any cover.
I should've been blind for looking at him as a lover.
Open up your mouth to tell me not to dwell
But if lying is a sin, your soul is bound to hell.
Wait.
Looking upon your skin, you look so heavenly.
Even your top layers, you hide it excellently.
Not so deep inside your core, I see it dripping.
Leaking out from within where your skin is ripping.
I look closer, just taking a peak.
But before I knew it, I was where I never wanted to be.
I see your true colors, man they really show.
The man you got inside just wanted to let me know,
That the devil is alive, he wears surgical gloves,
has a nice smile and he speaks through the man I love.
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Numbing Waves
PoetryA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
