No ratings.
This is more of a story than a poem |
Your withering touch has captivated me I'm trying to escape Running, running, I cannot move Your withering touch has a hold on me Crying, crying, i cannot see Your withering touch won't let go of me I need something Someone, somewhere To save me How can I escape? My mind is saying run, run, scream, do something! But no words come out What's happening? Your withering touch, it needs me I try to scream Nothing The grip tightens and I grimace in pain The truth is overwhelming The fact that I'm alone... Imagining all of this, everything I close my eyes so tightly So tightly that they bleed I sew them to my cheeks, for I do not want to see Black, darkness, despair The things you bring to me Love, trust, compassion Things I wish you'd feel for me My mind is screaming Save me! Let me go! I open my mouth but it's still just silence I bite my lip so tightly I rip my bounded eyes I whisper your name I can hear my voice... I tel you things you couldn't imagine how you're putrid, horrid, and damned I grin and look at you And I whisper "let me go" one more time The darkness begins to fade away I'm free at last I'm walking away leaving you in confusion I'm running away from you Away from the past Away from my mind Away from the thoughts My tragic thoughts Away from you... I'm running at last Away from everything |