I hear your voice outside my window
in the stillness of night
it fills me up with fear
it soothes me I've forgotten what's right
I run away into and through you
now I'm numb from the cold
you took my naive heart and twisted
my beliefs you had sold
you're a twist in me
I've seen you everywhere you've never been
my mirrors are shards
you sometimes stalk within the light of day
just to catch me off guard
I'm giving up for you
my heart is black and you are the cause
stop peeling back the skin
your perfections all echo my flaws
you're a twist in me
I cut myself to bleed
I watch it as it jumps in the air
my clothes my bed my floor are stained
from every night you're not there
I can't go on like this right now
locked up inside of this jail
I need your bitter end to cradle me
my life is for sale
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Author:
lux lucis (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: July 13th, 2026 08:00
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 2
- In collections: Black Hole Disease, Red Veil Cycle.

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Comments1
There is a anxiety and pressure in this write that comes through. It feels pressured and trapped. Well written
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