It's getting harder Not to sink To the bottom And live there I see your face in everything, And the thought of Never holding your hand again Slowly creeps back in, Settles, and pulls me under, Further down deeper Leaving me broken, Drowning in pain Nothing will ever be the same I can't stop hurting Sorrow is my constant

Their darling souls, He does not take For it is only their hearts He wishes to save And so at night While they lay asleep, He reaches inside And takes every piece Only then satisfied, He will be With their hearts His trophies Reattached and fixed On display  In a glass case Right near his bedside He smiles as he admires Each one Because he knows They can never deny him The love He so desperately craves Ever, again #poetry #horror

How informal to be so normal In a world where no one is defined As such, because a definition Can’t be a summation, If the meaning changes As frequently as it does How mutual to be so usual During a moment when originality Gets lost in between everything And no one is willing to improve What’s been done anyway In order to make it new today How habitual to be so typical While standing in a room Holding a crowd of familiar beings Engaging in a dialogue That can’t be above it all Since no one...