She doesn’t know how to cope.
She doesn’t see any light.
So she picks up a blade
and cries the whole night.
He drowns his demons
With whiskey and pills
He’s fully aware,
of how much it kills.
She dreams of flight.
But not like the birds.
She just slices through air.
Without any words.
He’ll catch his train,
To the land of dreams
While the life he left behind,
Tears at it’s seams.
I’ll go soon enough but for now
I’ll just wait.
For my demons to guide me to my
dark,
dark,
fate.
1 comment
This is good. You have a talent for writing.