Category: dark humour
Magic
Lust and hate
You, do.
Tears, damned.
Last
Love
And they said
All we needed was love
Love,
A cold
Dark
Joke
Reason
Give me
A reason
I’ll sleep
In peace
Heart of my heart
In the heart of my heart
Buried deep, so deep
Lies a tiny little chest of scars
Locked forever to sleep
“Wake”, said the pounding
Of my heart so weak
“Wake”, said my being
Ever so bleak
The little chest quivered
And began to queak
I’m a ghost
Just like a ghost
A past
A reminder
An existence
Of no use
Of futile purpose
I’m no less
More or less the same
I’m a ghost
In person