Premonitions of ruined reputations
Flicks of a lighter, how'd I get in this situation?
Lights off, pitch black
All I can see is everything they lack,
But I'm no better than anyone.
Is this a house of sin or a house of fun?
What luck will I strike when our time is done?
Are you a believer?
Would you believe her?
They took her upstairs and forced her till her knees hurt.
Wishing they had only ripped her new shirt.
Never again will she ever wear her blue skirt.
The rims of bottles pressed against lips.
Don't drink too much, or slowly you'll strip
Away all your pain and leave you in ecstasy.
Dance in the crowd, live breathlessly.
Never leave your drink behind.
They'll drop something to spike your mind.
Double vision, mixing up your footsteps.
Every time you walk behind you is two steps.
All night he's been watching
He sees you've been coughing
Every time you take a pull, calling
Your friends but they aren't answering.
Ring
Ring
911, needing anyone
He's stalking
He's been wanting
He starts walking
He keeps touching
Then he's fucking
But was if sex if you felt your insides rot?
Was it sex even if you fought?
Your blue skirt and nice shirt torn.
Asking why the fuck you had ever been born.
Time is gone, where is your salvation?
Recollections of ruined reputations.
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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.
