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Ethereal
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Poetry Winter nights calling at your doorstep
Haunting voices, cocaine lines
Thoughts already of your own funeral
Will they remember
You were sane once upon a time
You are staring right past me in this plane
Frozen white clouded eyes
I am drifting away
Break the barriers enthralling your mind
You push right past me in despair
Torment raging inside
Don't leave me in here
You are not the only voice who cries in pain
A gun to your head
Is a threat to my vanity
I won't let it end this way
Pictures of the past mock you
In your room
Glass shatters as you stumble
To reach the finish line
The sound of a gun cocked
The sound of a gun shot
Silence
This reminds me of a grittier
This reminds me of a grittier version of A Team by Ed Sheeran with more vivid imagery.... it's really pretty great!!
I don't think I have ever
I don't think I have ever read that before. I'll have to go read it to see what you are comparing me to haha. Glad you enjoyed :)
Strong Felt Images
"...a gun to your head/is a threat to my vanity..." Whew - powerful write. ~allets~
Thank you, always great to
Thank you, always great to hear your comments. This is what happens when I try not to write about dark things. Started off good enough, but yeah. The writer took over the mind.