The Ghosts Are Closing In

• Artist: CHESHIRExCOLORED ANARCHY
• Description: Recently I have been able to feel myself slipping.
  And even though I told myself I wouldn't write stupid poems like thsi anymore...
  The words just sort of flowed together. I suppose they wanted to be heard.
  And even though I odn't really want anyone to see this...I guess there's a side of me that sort of does.
  
  I guess my mood right now is foul, so I had to write an unhappy poem. It just sort of happens that way I suppose. Hope you enjoy.
• Date: 09/22/2009
• Tags: ghosts closing

I can feel them closing in
With fingers long, cold, pale, and thin

And if my heart was made of stone

I wouldn’t feel so lost and alone

I can feel them eat away
They bite me at the dusk of day

They’ll chew the sinews; my flesh, my bones.
Every night another bite,
Every night another taste,
Every night I am a feast.
For the hungry crouching beast.


But there’s something to say for an early death.

I’ll be sure to leave a good looking corpse.

And if my heart was made of stone.
I wouldn’t feel so lost and alone.

And if my heart was made of stone.
Would I still feel lost and alone?

Comments

[xXRawr-GirrXx]

I enjoyed it :] And it's never bad to want to be heard. everyone does, and we have different ways of trying to get just that. And for you, it's writing.

[Maya_of_the_demons]

that is the way it is for me. i can only write when emotion overwhelms me. whenever i write a poem it feels as if the words are flowing from my very soul. this might not be what ur talking about, but if it is, will u tell me?