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 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
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 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
Fuzzy nightmares,
And lurking daydreams.
Hiding from the ends
That justify my means.

It’s all led me astray
There’s always another day,
But there’s always debts...
Which I need to repay.
 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
Me, Myself, & I
 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
Drawing out the vile ichor
Which flows through my veins.
Cleaving out what’s left in me,
And leaving it to dry.

As you’ve taken out my sun,
Only moonlight remains.
And with the rising night,
I enjoy glistening pains.
 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
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 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
As the sunrise’s claymore
Is the blazing creator
Of our earthly existence,

The moonlight’s spear
Is the slice right through the vein,
Revealing what we try hide.
 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
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 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
Pushing,
Seeping,
Leaking.
It’s all tangled up inside.

Disintegration is temporary,
But the damage is eternal.
 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
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 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
It seems that you’re not satisfied
With all the runs I’ve tried.
You’re gone for good yet you linger,
Like one’s reputation, pointing the finger.

What was I supposed to do?
I lost my **** because of you.
I’ve made it to the bow;
Nothing can stop me now.
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Ayn
As it bears down,
Shrouding me in fear,
I feel it.

Piercing my skin,
Like a webwork of needles;
Igniting my nerves
And numbing my veins.

The weakened rays of sun
Fail to reflect the lingering web,
Or the spider lingering beyond.
Just a playful idea on how the cold feels. I say meh. I wanted to describe it more deeply. How the sunlight failed to show how cold it really is.
 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
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 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
Cleaving through the stilling silence,
Like an ocean’s crushing roar.
The dulling gray sky
Becomes a lightless void
With a scream of defiance,
Splitting the essence of noise.

Left with a silence so warm,
But it’s just the calm before the storm.
 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
Descent
 Jan 2021 Grey
Ayn
Underneath
What I am;
What I was,
I burst out of the shell,
Burning to shred.
Smoldering paper
Is all that remains.

Burn it all,
The thought doesn’t count.
Burn it all,
It shouldn’t survive.
Burn it all,
Just save me from my memories.
What memories could I be speaking of? Hahaha that’s for me to know and try to forget! I’m usually on the side of not trying to forget things because they teach me. This taught me nothing and caused me pain.
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