What was i running from?

the shards of doubt that cut deep?
or the opiate of ignorance that numbed?

the cloak of despair around me?
or naked icy flames of love?

the crawling shadows in my blood? or
hurtful light in the solace of the dark?

the voices that never went? or
the hope that never stayed?

what was i running from?

the questions that remain unanswered?
or the answers begging not to be known?

the silence of the earthly cradle?
or the cries of wandering souls?

was it the angst of pain?
or the sedation of pleasure?

was my soul in an abyss
or an abyss in my soul?

flickers of madness dance tonight, death seduces
last thoughts flutter in the winds of chaos
neither taking nor giving, neither buried nor living
fear of desolation and the pleasure of it

she held me where i fell, the cold almost inviting
her hands held no weight, gazing into nothing
this was where i belonged, death’s warm embrace
one question remained, why the fuck was i running…


About qwertythoughts289

Hi guys!!!!!!! I'm a teenager and this is my first fling at writing So i hope you like it please follow, like and comment. Thanks

Posted on October 31, 2015, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. I’ve asked myself that final question. Problem was the question emerges far after the event, even decades of hindsight in most cases.

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