We were messing around, outside the fairground
Staring into my eyes and suddenly our lips are just like magnets, connected
We lit a match, I wanted to see your face
And then the ground swallowed me whole, I can't get air into my lungs quick enough
I can't close my eyes fast enough just hoping it was all a dream
We are surrounded by death, humanity is a plague
And I feel like the disease who brings destruction wherever they roam
For I feel heavy emptyness inside of me but no one else could possibly know looking on the outside of me
Scrutinising the hollow mask I have created but darling this happiness is all a facade
You can't run from yourself, just need to finally get help.
However, nobody teaches you how to run from something you have created, something metaphorical for you cannot see
Yet so overwhelming you wish to never feel
So when I feel like my brain is a dormant volcano that will explode eventually, I put on some music whilst my body is running on empty
On adrenaline from lack of sleep and anxiety pills, stockpiled and left over for my last weeks
But the darkness won't swallow me so long as you are my heat source and burning flame and the waves will steady me despite the flood, use you senses, you are smart enough to think and remember to just let the music be.
Within us, we are all encapsulated by stars and an infinity of second chances.
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Poems on a dark night 🖤
PoetryPoems. Mostly written at night. Inspired by some of life's biggest tragedy's or questions. Just trying to make art out of my thoughts and I would really appreciate any reads and votes this book may get. 🌸🥀🌹👠🌴🍃🌻🌼🌞🌚🖤👽💀👻🤘🏼
