Fathomless is the mind full of stories.
Poisoned, a heart fades One last beat of surrender The only complaint
By Obsidian Words6 months ago in Poets
You stole my breath, love I drowned in you, and you just Danced with my corpse
Peel my skin away Fingernails crimson coated Wear me like a dress
I do not fear ghosts I fear the demons that walk Freely among us
Melting faces grin Teeth dripping from broken lips Putrid breath rattles
Forget what once was Instead, take up salt and flame Prepare for darkness
Haunted my nightmares Resurrect in the daylight To dance on my grave
These broken bones scream Stories from souls of old wounds Begging to be heard
Family has many fonts Filling the pages of my autobiography And it spells itself anew each time. F, for the forging
I have come to learn that change Is quiet Not the parts that lead up to change That is loud And messy And full of uncertain chaos
I brace myself Eye of the storm mocking me With a false sense of security A reminder that this is all but a moment Amongst the magnitude
In my mind there are claws Vapid memories that are yours That across my mind draws Reminders of the past I can dust them away
By Obsidian Words7 months ago in Poets
