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tick tocked

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blindfolded, we see more than we let on.
let me rest, catching sweat and debris in my labored breath
bound and gagged by regrets i swore i didnt have
and if i had, i swore that they wouldnt stay this long
tired rags held by a quiet girls broken hands
keeping my forehead cool
it is sad to think that someone is seeing me like this
so disoriented and frightened
craving so much god damned sympathy
with no one left to take my bait.
and a grandfather clock laughs from somewhere i cant reach.
its tick and its tock crescendo through my head
my ears burn, but thats nothing to worry...
someone must be speaking of me.
but i know its not you, so who can a crawl to now?
i cant hear them from so far away,
and i dont feel quite so graceful now.

i guess this is how things work themselves out
the hole in the mattress just gets bigger when slept on
i put everything i had on my winning card
how ironic that you were the one to flush me down
and i came to this by choice, this time i have no vestel
to dump my frightened blame upon
my cup overflowed... and ive nothing to do
but float...

how foolish it is to believe my own lie
pretend to be mad because you were in your prime
and folk worse off than i am tell me "it will be fine.
things work themselves out with time."
how foolish i was to try and hold you back
because i am weak, and you are strong
theres irony in that.
the justice comes in learning
you would have brought me with
if id stopped being so selfish
youd have brought me with
well fine, go your own way child
take the drive less trodden on
but the highway is pulling me home
and i wont be there, wherever you go.
well fine, go be strong on your own
show this yawning world you dont need me to grow
maybe the stage keeps paving your way
because its grown accustomed to your charade
and raining on my parade

this is it, its her life working itself out
the hole in the mattress just gets bigger when slept on
i put everything i had on my winning card
how ironic that you were the one to flush me down
and i came to this by choice, this time i have no vestel
to dump my frightened blame upon
my cup overflowed... and ive nothing to do
but float...
yeah, i change this all the time, i know
and frankly i could give a shit less
its all better now

...had a bit of a boo-boo
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salembaby's avatar
wow... hun the emotion in this is so unbelievably thick.... amazing...