Tag: nihilistic

karma

here’s to you

for every fucking time I fell

and dragged you down with me while you held on for dear life

for every fucking mistake

for every fucking tear that I took from you

from those trustworthy eyes, filled with fear and love

spilling from your damaged heart down your cheek

I promised I’d put it back together

I promised I’d change

I promised no more empty promises

that was the last time I saw you

and I can assure you

karma’s a bitch

truth

faint music shimmered into existence

the sound stumbling up the stairs

trickling in through the windows

a familiar and foreign melody

it sounded hopeful

the hope that rises out of grief

the rebirth after decay

a symphony spilling onto reality

and within the noise lied meaning

lied answers

the music grew louder

and louder

it became deafening, shaking the foundations that had laid since the beginning

and yet it was ignored

for we were too overstimulated by the lies

and too cautious to accept the truth

sacrifice

wicked words wielded carefully

upon a hill overlooking the world

they were draining your will

draining your strength

release us, they pleaded

you held on tighter

you saw their consequences in your dreams

each syllable a meteor

each sentence, an atom bomb

you alone must hold them back

but they scratch at your lips

scream at your consciousness

they will devour you soon

but you will take them with you

desensitized

a cry for help, unheard
step over the bodies
there’s no time
save yourself, before you trip
don’t look down
ignore the screams, and move on
for once you hit the bottom
no one is coming for you
there’s no escape
no hope
no light
no life
not down there
not for us
so look ahead
and keep moving

damaged goods

you found me on the road

a wandering stray, weighed down by the past

you took me in

made me yours

and nursed me back to health

I smiled and watched yours fade

at first you grew distant

then you became angry

and soon, you began ripping off the bandages you had so delicately placed

tearing the stitches out

only to sow them back in again and again

I wasn’t your lover

I was your patient