A.W. Books & Poetry

Tell me you don’t care

Then I show you why you should

Life is the game

The directions are misunderstood,

We live in shame

Throwing names in vain

Whispering please stay

I don’t want you to go away

Soft is the claw of life to constrict,

It slips around your silly fist

Slow is suffering to swallow at this.

I love you, I love you

It’s sick, it’s true

The devil laughs

While I stare at the monsoon,

Around you I’m suddenly mute,

You scare me,

You terrify me,

Well more than you should

Eyes that scratch my spirit’s turmoil

A poison in blue.

Tell me, do you feel it too?

Answer this, is it me and you?

To the shrew few sitting in glass pews

This ones for you,

Are you praying for celibacy,

Or consuming love as in your rune?

To be or not to be, is my question too soon?

For even Yorick jests when I hide my feelings from you.

~Annalise