Waiting On a Vampire
Take the pain, or eat your heart out?
Bass is the enemy of silence
Sound so loud you can see the vibrations
Should it hit you
Would there be violence?
It’s a beat, you’re supposed to hit it back
Dance is an attack
One punch, two punch
You punch, me punch
That’s how you survive the soundtrack
Trace that dirty bass back from the veins
I see now that sometimes, my heart may ache
And that no matter how many times it breaks
It can always break again.
“Should I cry without a shoulder to lay my head?”
He asks himself as he lays in bed
All while eyeing laundry that occupies the side which bodies have long since been
The world does not have my heart
So I shall have its
Sometimes I wish I was religious
Maybe if I had more love for my life
I could actually, for once
Exist in my relationships
My heart is here.
Don’t mind me, I’m not using it
Just another day on the farm
Where existence
Is nourishment,
Or consumption.
About the Creator
Aintsh*tPoet
Experience, feel, understand. Let’s see what My love for you all can turn into. May we be blessed by the universe within. If you can’t be light, be the guide in the dark.
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