This soul's had enough to drink tonight,
Saturated in misery and demon lies.
Broken bottles sparkle in the pale moonlight.
Wishing, in vain hope, I'll be fine.
Reeling through the shadows all night,
I'm dead behind these hazel eyes.
I've dragged my bones down this road, under dim streetlights,
Drawing no mercy in these scarlet lines.
I'm screaming out into the night
To bring this soul back to life,
For someone to collect all the broken pieces
And piece them back into this heart once mine.
YOU ARE READING
(un)quiet
Short StoryBoth fiction and nonfiction, this is a glimpse of the things that float about my headspace, of the things that, despite my external quietness, won't shut up within. This is a taste of the things I write--cathartic and honest to myself--the real me. ...
