Anger is a potent spice. A pinch wakes you up, Too much dulls your senses. Keep that in mind. Let it guide your adventure.
By Jasmine Harris2 years ago in Poets
Shh, don't talk too loud. You can't let the boss man hear. Stay in line, don't step out of place. Do what you're told to do.
The shadows you see dancing around, They come as they please. You're trapped in the darkness. You shut your eyes tight. Hoping that it's all just a dream.
Simple little talks in the sun. A warm breeze on a summer's day. There's laughter in the air. Listen to the birds sing. Enjoy every song.
A fear of the dark. A fear of the night. A fear of the shadows that lurk down inside. This sinking gut feeling and the terror inside of you.
There's something in the air. Something strange is afoot. Are there patterns that I'm not seeing? Are there signs that I've missed?
It smiles from the darkness. It watches from the corners. Bloodstained teeth behind dirty lips. Cynical laughter from underneath the bed.
Slowly rotting from the inside out. The end will come soon enough. There's no running from our doom. The smell of death is in the air.
Waiting quietly for the bells. Waiting patiently for a sign. Looking closely at all the people. watching all the lies build.
She's a little ray of sunshine. She's the starlight every night after it gets dark. She's the reason behind the music. She's the laughter through the pain.
I feel like I'm moving in slow motion. It's like running in a dream. My legs are moving as fast as they can. But I'm not really going anywhere.
I feel so empty all the time. Like there's a hole that can't be filled. The void is getting bigger. I just want some peace.
