Poem -

City that never sleeps

Take a breath 
count to ten 
looking in from the outside 
my city of ugly
stories in crumbling walls
ashes strewn with disdain
here's the need to hurt
to remember I feel 
punch a hole 
in the wall
cut of the blade
on my skin
his fists on my ribcage
blood on my fists
familiar roads I take 
to kill my broken thoughts
seething I sit in the dark 
talking to the Devil 
on the right side of hell
wearing the same mask
the Devil and I 
slip on the hate 
walk into the headlights 
honesty changes us all 
arms wide open- make it rain
make it rain 
of the blood you spill
I spill
I spill
walk away from the sun
says the Devil 
together we can unbecome
fade into the night 
let go
be undone 
I don't hesitate 
don't know 
where time has gone 
filled it foolishly 
with proud intentions 
I'll find a way 
to the city I built
unlit by the moon 
in darkest of nights 
words of a freakshow
intentions of a heathen
abandoned by my mad gods
find pain 
violent absolution
I seek unabashed
only solace is rage

©Lost

 

Like 1 Pin it 0
Support CosmoFunnel.com

Support CosmoFunnel.com

You can help support the upkeep of CosmoFunnel.com via PayPal.

Log in to leave a comment.

Comments

author
virginia white

I love this poem. The city feel like a place I have offend visit. Awesome

Reply
author
Lost

Thank you Virginia. May your visits be as interesting as mine

Reply
Poem -

History

out of demons
living in our memories
is born,
the monster, and
human.

©...

Poem -

Duality

dead-eyed mannequins bathed in holiday lights
blur of neon-lit faces in a mad rush
lingering...

Poem -

Smile

sunburnt skin raw
tattered hand me down
dirt-lined face
hunger anchored,
she...

Latest poems in Freestyle

Poem -

Creatures Are We

"And Their Tref"

Creatures Are We

Creatures Are We - “And Their Tref”

The meadow stir, of a soundless purr.
A whistling in...

Poem -

The Missing Wheel

The Missing Wheel

Here at Cafe Reverse
dessert comes first

Then the entree is served
and the appetizer...

Poem -

I've Concluded

I've Concluded

I've concluded that we all need a journal
It's basically a mirror that tracks me getting older...

Advertise on CosmoFunnel.com