Above
The warm maroon,
Comfortable enough to put you to sleep.
For good, forever, or just for now.
The soft velvet and the liquid pain,
The rush, the silence, and the screams,
All make you feel more at home then you remembered they did.
The secrets will spill out and you will be free,
Your screams won’t have to be heard,
And you can finally bleed.
You can fly above your body and ly on your ceiling
Feel free of pain, and of sorrow.
No guilt, or any shame.
Just let the guilty hang.
Comfortable enough to put you to sleep.
For good, forever, or just for now.
The soft velvet and the liquid pain,
The rush, the silence, and the screams,
All make you feel more at home then you remembered they did.
The secrets will spill out and you will be free,
Your screams won’t have to be heard,
And you can finally bleed.
You can fly above your body and ly on your ceiling
Feel free of pain, and of sorrow.
No guilt, or any shame.
Just let the guilty hang.
♠ ♠ ♠
trigger warning, I wrote this poem aaa looooooooong time ago. May 13, 2012, to be exact.. I'll be posting these out of order today.. I wish I'd found this place sooner so that I wouldn't be all out of chronological whack.