Hands held captive while I'm going insane.
Bitter slut demons inside my
Brain.
Hold me captive,
Yet I won't fall.
These edgy thoughts are worth it all.
I'm carrying your coffin,
To the grave.
A grey dolphin,
Who actually felt brave.
You scare the light out of me.
It's dark in here I can't see.
When we walk the cemetery.
The demons they hold me in the deep.
I fall down about six feet.
To the grave where the morals are conceived.
They throw the dirt on to me.
Slowly I can no longer breathe.
While my body begins to struggle.
My last thoughts were of you.
Maybe you can see this through.
There more to this then me and you.
We are of one soul combined.
When will you notice,
With you I'm fine.
I listen to the chiming of the bell;
Atleast I know your doing well.
You hold demon in your hand.
My mind it wonders alongside the sand.
Welcome to the under ground.
Where these memories will be found.
Bury me while I sleep.
Don't let these words seep.
I can't keep my mind of these things.
I'm broken,
Now I must repeat.
Bury me while I sleep.
Don't let these words seep.
I can't keep my mind off things.
Help me ,
Before these demons creep.
I can't wait to see what the world brings.
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryPoetry has always completely held me together. It's kind like how you breathe oxygen. It's something I have to do. Poetry is something like oxygen to me. Without it I wouldn't survive. ~ remember love is a crime and I'll do the time for loving what'...
