They come and go,
They go faster than a trend.
They look, they touch,
But they never want to stay.
They like it but they don’t love it,
Don’t love it enough to stay.
They make small talk,
Smile politely.
Then they leave.
They leave,
And they never stay.
They never look back again.
They let it fade away.
Fade away on their calendar.
They pretend,
Until it’s almost true.
They don’t even remember anymore,
Remember why they came.
They never said Good-Bye,
They don’t say Hello.
One day it might be funny.
One day.
Bombs.
Because no one’s happy with what they’ve got,
Struggling for something they don’t need.
Selfish alibis and lies of perfection.
Lies, lies, lies.
Because they’re all consumed in their greed,
Ignorant and oblivious to cries of agony.
Driven by gluttony and power.
Dropping bombs.
Because nobody cares, nobody wants to see,
The scars they leave on innocent eyes.
A search in vain, for perfection.
And even more lies.
Because gold seems to shine brighter than lives,
Stained and ruined by meaningless bloodshed.
Driven by fear, hated and blunt pain.
Blind steps towards empty happiness.
It was a scene, of passion, of lust, of animalistic hunger. He wanted her and she wanted him. She wanted him, trembling with fear, crawling under his skin. She took a step back, smiled a seductive smile. She fell on the ground, a cold lifeless mannequin. She shattered, and her crimson blood splashed across the tiled floor.The scene froze, a beautiful night, lit by the phosphorescent waters. Drawn in by her haunting beauty, I gazed down at the mannequin. Her eyes seem to bore in to mine, as if to share a secret. She had evanescenced away, but she was still here. I could feel it, the way a chill ran up by spine and into my brain. I ran, searching for her, before she could find me.
Under this temporary layer of happiness,
I’m falling. Falling so fast,
I don’t know when I’ll hit the water.
The uncertainty of the present drowns me,
oh, so slowly. I open my eyes,
to find myself dangling on the surface.
i’m breathing, but i’m not living.
i’m talking, but not saying anything.
i’m staring, but i’m not seeing.
i’m hearing, but not listening.
i’m walking, but i’m not getting anywhere.
i’m smiling, but not feeling anything.
i’m waiting for life to begin,
and for this world to slow down.
too close for comfort, but too far to touch.
when will you be mine to have?
too fast to love, but too slow for romance.
when will i be free to leave?
the fire,
it burns so deep
in my heart.
buried so deep,
but it escapes;
tear drops that never fade.
tears that will never dry,
the way the pain will never die.
and at the heart of the flame,
there you are.
Everything is too loud;
Everyone’s talking, everyone’s laughing.
But for what?
Nothing makes sense because,
Nobody is saying anything.
The noise they make
Are nothing but disturbances in the air.
The voices that really matter
Speak too soft for the world to hear,
Eaten alive by the nothing we have said.
Can you take my hand,
and not flinch at my touch?
I’ll follow, if you tell me to.
But I’ll stay, if I want to.
Can you let me love you,
and never look away?
I’ll smile, if you smile first.
And I’ll cry, if I have to.
she’s
a dying rose,
no longer beautiful;
only the pain left behind.
causing blood with every move.
the petals are falling away,
to reveal the ugly truth.
she lies and smiles;
it only rips her
open.
