Some things are a fake in this world. They seem to cover it up with bejewelled innocence, but what if they really were innocent, just wrongly set aside like a fake the rest of the world seemed to be.


As I lie in these shadows

Watching and waiting

Tossing and turning

Vengeful and hating

--

In my dreams

I see your eyes

A vision of love

A vision of lies

--

As my tears fall

I watch them drown themselves

As they trail down my skin

Creating foreboding wells

--

In my heart

I curse you to hell

Whispering words of hate

As it is my soul you sell

--

I snort cruelly

Sitting up with the covers

There's no such thing

As a four leaf

Lucky clover

--

You sell those lies

You promised to keep

It is everything about you

That makes my body

And heart weep

--

Standing up in my room

My feet colliding

I glide to the window

My mind still

Set on deciding

--

The raindrops fall

As soft tattoo on the glass

My eyes widen and blink

As they watch

The damned crawl across the grass

--

They arrive at my doorstep

I let them in

Willingly giving them the knife

Their faces stretching

Into a lecherous grin

--

The steel blade plunges

They run to the door

They turn around and watch

As my cold dead body

Hits the cold dead floor

--

I am at peace

There are no more dreams

To dream for now

But alas I still remain in this world

As it is the angels

That begin to bow

--

To you my love

It is you that is a curse

But I cannot be rid you

Because it was you

That put me in that Hearse

--

I watched you cry

Those clear meaningless tears

And it is now I see

That there was nothing left

But your fears


I don't like how I wrote this poem. It seemed all over the place, exactly how I felt. To be honest, I felt empty, unable to think, let alone feel. But in my head I thought I should at least put some words together on the paper, and see what happened.

So then

What happened?

Sam

xx