in my hour glass i wait.... these grains of sand falling on my head.... its like the chinese water torture.... i find myself wishing i was dead.. to at least stop the insanity... or maybe just stop time.... sometimes these words cant be from me.... who else is in my mind.... is there someone else... lying just beneath... the person i was...and who i am now.... the lies hidden underneath... buried in this sand.... a peice of my heart lays in wait..... until it can join my soul again.... but perhaps its just too late... deep within this sand... a buried treasure lies just out of reach... my happiness....joy......self worth and that good shit... is behind a lock i cant breach... i suppose ill move on... and hope for some sign.... knock the sand of my shoulders... i must be out of my mind
Reason for writing:
pssshhh..whatever
Birth sign: Aries
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