PTSD: Manic depressive

PTSD: Manic depressive

A Poem by isiah_holmes

 

Running past the earth

Running until its done

Sprinting down the trail searching for hellish fun

   Its fun

 

Falling down the hill

  Killers lying still

Echos from the trees

Screaming "Set us free'

Not without a fee from me

 

I fell through the floor cracking all apart

The door was stained from end to start!

Upon the sleeping

       Giant i have come

To his teeth, im running from!

 

The little girls corpse smiling in the lake

  The worm drenched soil starts to quake and shake

The rotting arms reach for the severed head

It doesn't matter

     Your already dead!

 

Jumping off the cliff into the crystal cove

Away from this future

   The sparrow boy dove

Who fell from the womb of the godless sky

The candle flame dies, the tomb stone lies!

 

Survive me

Survive me

Falling free

SEE...

 

                           I need to escape through the woods in evening!

Dead friends scream from inside my ceiling!

 

Screaming..scream dreams

   I will fall soon

                    Soon!

                      soon..

                               SOON!!!!!!!!!!

© 2014 isiah_holmes


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Added on September 26, 2013
Last Updated on February 25, 2014