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 Feb 2019 night shade
Demons
My head is haunting me and my heart feels like a ghost
I need to feel something, 'cause I'm still so far from home
Cross your heart and hope to die
Promise me you'll never leave my side
Show me what I can't see when the spark in your eyes is gone
You've got me on my knees I'm your one man cult
Cross my heart and hope to die
Promise you I'll never leave your side
'Cause I'm telling you you're all I need
I promise you you're all I see
'Cause I'm telling you you're all I need
I'll never leave
So you can drag me through hell
If it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you 'cause I'm under your spell
And you can throw me to the flames
I will follow you, I will follow you
Come sink into me and let me breathe you in
I'll be your gravity, you be my oxygen
So dig two graves 'cause when you die
I swear I'll be leaving by your side
So you can drag me through hell
If it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you 'cause I'm under you spell
And you can throw me to the flames
I will follow you so you can drag me through hell
If it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you 'cause I'm under you spell
And you can throw me to the flames
I will follow you, I will follow you
I will follow you, I will follow you
So you can drag me through hell
If it meant I could hold your hand
I will follow you 'cause I'm under you spell
And you can throw me to the flames
I will follow you, I will follow you

~Bring Me The Horizon~
“That’s The Spirit”
~2015~
This song makes me really think about things.
Why do I put myself in a position to be attached at all?
I  have only set myself up to heights I cannot survive the fall.
Why am I the only one trying to break down your walls?
I have only been moving from one connection to the other.
Why can't I be alone, instead of someone's lover?
trying to analyse my behavior. even though its vague, can anyone relate..?
What does being happy really mean?
No one can explain it because it's just something we say.
People who look for happiness are often the most afraid of death.
but on that note, what does this life have you thinking about death?
Do you avoid thinking about it or have you come to peace with it? I don't think life should be about happiness.
I think it should be about really understanding who you are.
And not just understand who (your name) is to you
but what is underneath, who you were before society put a name on it, and maybe once you think you have found yourself and your place in this universe, what does the time you spend on this insignificant planet mean to you?
Because happiness is a constant destination
but the journey is the part where you really have to look around and be like... Have I ever questioned the nature of things around me?
need somewhere to save this deep ****  i said to someone, like if you please
roses are red
violets are purple
when he cuts me
his venom is verbal
fueled by his toxins within
he guided me down the path he's been
I always like to start poems with the roses red and are violets blue thing and see where it goes with how I'm feeling. I might continue on this later. xoxoxo
It's complicated
like riding a bicycle
rolling dice
falling in love

It's dedicated
like a song
a book
to a heart

It's laminated
like a card
a pass
pictures of you

It's terminated
like a library card
love
then life
 Feb 2019 night shade
Mohannie

Zero is weird
Zero is odd
Zero is nothing
Because Zero is flawed

Zero is tired
Zero is scared
Zero wants help
Yet Zero never dared

Zero is lonely
Zero is cold
Zero is young
But Zero feels old.


 Feb 2019 night shade
Savanna
Drip drip drip,
My love slides between your lips.
Sweet honey,
Your hands, soft on my hips.
Don’t waste it,
My mom would tell me not to waste it.
Hazy in your love,
Do you like the taste of it?
Entangled,
Your skin with drops of cold night dew.
A whisper to myself
I won’t tell you but, I like the taste of you
 Feb 2019 night shade
del
pure white feathers
dropped by a precious angel's wings
i liked to collect them
and put them with my other things
but one day when i rose
there seemed to be another king
for the feathers had turned red
and the angels were held up by strings
thus the world had fallen
the devil himself sings
for purity exists no more
blood tinted feathers satan brings.
 Feb 2019 night shade
J
Labels
 Feb 2019 night shade
J
Love.

It is that
baneful
medicine
we keep
taking...

...even
without
reading
the labels.
Dangerous in large doses.
Could be toxic if too much.
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