FAMINE has hungry eyes / dark eyes / eyes that don't blink / and she consumes / is hungry and determined to eat what makes her human / holds her heart in her hands / struggles not to swallow it whole / wants to devour all her nightmares / but can't eat anything but her dreams
PESTILENCE has hands with calluses on them / carves his grades into his arms / has paper cuts on his fingers / and locusts in his head / always yearning for his blood / and demons fighting fighting fighting to escape him / but he holds them in / and pretends he doesn't feel charcoal swelling inside him like a river / of disease
WAR is made of pain and glory / slips her tongue over her teeth / thinks they should be sharper / forgets how to sleep sometimes / has hands always bruised / from trying to hit walls harder then they hit her / and she's got so much anger inside her / it spills over into her homework / like a torrent of righteous fury / and her teachers worry / because this girl / she terrifies them / she's got hunger inside her / and they don't know what she's capable of
DEATH has Da Vinci's mind / has Einstein's mind / has Faraday's mind / has Van Gogh's mind / and it whispers / scream / he walks to the forest / the villagers say it reflects your soul / and sees nothing but a mist / he wanders through his home / like a frail ghost / listless and wondering when he'll become a bird and transcend / listless and thinks / a car crash wouldn't be so bad / at least i wouldn't have to go to school / listless and stands in the rain for two hours / haunting his own body / every day passes by / heavier then the last / the bed stays unmade / the curtains stay closed / the walls rot around him / and still he drifts / how much longer / how much longer / how much longer
- Author: Izzi Lynn (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: June 2nd, 2018 11:39
- Category: Surrealist
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Comments1
Wow is all I can say! Your words fill up all of my moment. You have captured a place than has too much depth for mere lines on paper-MLH
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