Month: October 2015

Free me

I think I’m free…

From all the sadness and misery

I think I’m free…

From my depression and anxiety

I think I’m free…

From all the hatred and uncertainty

I think I’m free…

From all the monsters that controlled me

I think I’m free…

When I no longer write dark poems for you and me

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Prisoner

These doleful words that you will encounter

Are for my beloved insensitive souls to devour

I didn’t volunteer for this nightmare

No one wants to be in a dark lair

This frigid soul just wants a pinch of your warmth

To be caught by your treacherous arms

You got me but with a slack heart

I’m indecisive and you’re inconsistent,

what a perfect match we are!

Can someone give me a potion?

To forget this petty emotion

To be free from this prison,

Grant me my extradition