Twilight

the fool



Spent the day in bed
300 milligrams, to my head
Dancing in the dark
Let the spirits be my guide
1,2,3 the voices are in my head
Telling me the facts
They didn't care about me
Now my heart is dead (soon they'll all be dead)
And they call you
And they show you
The blood is pouring from their heads
Staining the bed (soon it'll all be said)
Waking up from a fall
I've never been much of a stoner
But when is all gone
I can only think of ending it all
1,2,3 the voices inside of me
They tell me to hate you
I don't think I can save you
And they call you
And they show you
The blood is pouring from my head
Staining the bed (soon I'll be dead)
Blue is the color
the color of pain
You'll never be the same
after crying on the rain
1,2,3 the voices are calling me
They tell me what I should do
A dead body looks beautiful
under the light of the moon
And they call you
And they show you
The blood is pouring from her head
Staining the bed (soon You'll be dead)

  • Author: The Fool (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 8th, 2016 03:07
  • Comment from author about the poem: My self destructive nature Humans build to destroy But only to rebuild it
  • Category: Gothic
  • Views: 28
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Comments1

  • the fool

    It was all inspired from the song "twilight" by the Brazilian band Maldita. Definitely my favorite band. Above is the music video for the song.



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