Through my eyes, The abyss flows. A gentle breeze, A stream of shadow. The masking cover, The cloak of night, It hides my actions, And shows your fright. This revealing light Shall be snuffed out. And your pleas muffled, Every single shout. I come for you, And I come for your soul. Clothed in darkness, To swallow you whole. I am the end, I am your fear. Yet your frightened breathing Is all you hear. I am death.
Help me, Hold me, Save me from myself. Or, When I turn away, Will I feel your once practiced blade, Recently dormant, Yet meticulously cared for, Bite into The old, fading scars Spidering Across the pale flesh of my back?
Bent broken, full exposure. Hurt heart, heavy soul. Tears stained of red colours. Cried out but no one heard. Broken frames and torn pictures. Letters burning because of hate. A mind that is sad and tortured. Of the memories you gave her.
Along comes a boy who loves her. A guy who cares about enough her. One who will wipe all her tears. Fixing her slowly, mending her heart. He will teach her the important things. How to smile and laugh again. So along will come a stand up guy. Who will win her heart forever.
Why do you feel like you have to lie? Why can't you say what you truly feel inside? Can't you see that there's no reason to hide from me, whatever your true feelings happen to be?
To me, you have no obligation, I know where I stand. I know I'm just an opportunity here to take away the sting of lonliness, willing to be your toy, at least for a little while.
I have needs too, ones only you can fulfill, so come lay with me, and I'll kiss your troubles away.
I don't mind being used, at least that's what I tell my heart. It's happened before, but then I was stupid enough to think of it as and wish for more.
I'm wiser now. I know not to expect or hope for anything else. So please, don't bullshit me, don't make this into anything more than what it is. There's no point lying, I know you don't see me as anything but a friend with added benefits.
This poem was a bit more cryptic then what I usually write, and I'm happy with that. I got a chance to use a bunch of uncommon words in this piece of writing as well, which was pretty cool. But anyways.. this poem wasn't started with anything in particular in mind. I just had a title. What I personally put into this poem I intend to keep a secret. But I hope you find something in it.
I had a lot of fun with this poem, although it carries a more serious note. I hope you enjoy it.
I see infinity lying at my fingertips When the moon rises and the stars quip In their speechless tongue, Measured in nanometers and wrung From the union of basic simplicity, The language of our complicity In mysteries billions of times Beyond our scale and sublime Before our minds ever existed: We are small, yet we persisted In walking out of ourselves Into foreign gravities, to delve Deeper into the words stars shine Into our eyes and trace their lines Back to the beginning, so that one day We may see a foreign sunrise and say "It's beautiful" in the company Of others from another place, and finally Know why everything came to be. I don't understand the words reaching me, But trusting the possibilities of their meaning I continue in observing the sky and freeing My fellows from the surly bonds of Earth; For their meaning I'll give all I'm worth.