As morning crept upon her
she fell asleep
amidst countless works of art
each told its own tale
yet all a blur of black paint
candles burnt to the wick
thick dark curtains holding back the light
her sleepless face
found some momentary rest
between tracks of dark death metal
turned up full blast last night
to drown out the fights from across the hall
last nights dinner lay uneaten on the floor
midday came
ignoring her mothers plea to work
she just sat
starring at herself in a broken pane of glass
wondering what the fuck shes was doin there
phones calls ignored
she couldn't stand hearing another soul
she didn't want to go out
ever again
didn't want to have anything to lose
didn't want anyone else
to expect anything more from her
because there was hardly anything left
this ignorance, was not bliss
it was eating her inside out
but it was better than the pain of having to live
even if she was eternally bound to her dark dwelling
sometimes she'd come out
when everyone else was asleep
and walk through the forest
up the highway
and silently watch the people from the underground
they welcomed her
they understood her
sometimes she'd join them
sometimes she'd bear her soul to them
but tonight she sat outside
happy to be alone
staring at the full moon
feeling sureal
and at peace
in the dark









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