Listening to: a dozen furies
Feeling: dreamy
I gasp for some air with the cave of dreadful joy,
My lips are trapped beneath the surface
I can’t scream, your name is stuck in my throat,
Will you come to rip the flesh rotting behind my neck?
Will you someday merely kiss me, just to stop the pain?
No rain will cease,
The drops keep burning my eyes slow,
No rain will cease,
‘till you find me and hold me soft.
So gone, beautiful play of grief,
Acting in a stage of mute speeches,
Acting suffocated by splattered drops,
So gone, screaming hollow in the cave of dreadful joy.
I reckon I’ll go, I guess I’ll crawl,
My midriff breathless by the pressure of my lungs,
Will u come to free me from my leash of chains’
Will you savor my silhouette through my blended rain?
Is it ok to cry to search for hope?
Is it better to sleep and dream of you?
Indiscretion from me, and my darkened glint,
Indiscretion from you, as invisible as you can be.
Tired and dreadfully foretelling my dreams,
I’m choking on words you had never said,
Unable to speak, unable to laugh
Hungry of heartbroken scarlet paths.
Love is painful, but pain is beautiful,
I speak moaning you departure,
I breathe your heart in, let it out fitful,
Will you some day catch me slumbering within my pillow of rusted tears?
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i write poems about my life all the time, most are like deth and like bad
sry im slow