There was no way I could see the future
I couldn’t know that I would be here
Catapulted into the moonlit darkness
Just me and my morbid thoughts
The eyes they still follow me
The screams still surround me
I need to hit the ground
So I can leak into the sun
Stuffed down in the dark, cobwebbed dirt
That’s where I bury the pain, loss and hurt,
I’ll never be that version of me again
Sometimes it’s easier to let the demons win,
Don’t you worry your pretty little head
There’s more than one way for us to be dead,
Sure I’m breathing but am I truly alive
It’s just an adaptation of conscious suicide,
Some days are a struggle from my first waking breath
And it’s all I can do not to hate myself to death…
I went to visit you today
At some random lake far away,
I brought your hoodie and that candle
Unsure… how much more could I handle?
People say you took the easy way out
They don’t know what they’re talking about,
Although I understand, I am still mad
There were many more memories we could have had,
Last I saw you, I still remember that day
You walked out… I never got my final say.
via Daily Prompt: Lifestyle
People look at me funny when I walk down the street
They cross to the other side and look at their feet,
So what if I wear black, concert tees and too much eyeliner
I’m sure they think their lifestyle is much finer,
But to me nothing could be as good
As music that makes me feel understood,
Our community has a universal sign
Our symbol: devil horns held high,
So, before you decide to judge my looks
Those gutter vocals and demonic hooks,
You should now there is nothing more loyal or true
Than heavy metal lovers and their motley crew.
via Daily Prompt: None
There… the tree where I last saw your face.
You were looking at me, waving and keeping your place.
The wind gusted and howled.
You laughed and I scowled.
There was no time to save you – none.
I screamed for you to run.
You didn’t; at once, you were dead.
Now I have a ton of fire wood in my shed.