Scholastics 2014 Silver Key
It is a typical Tuesday night
and the air is so tight
against my washed out skin
You have become a dispensed ghost
who holds no weight against my fickle being
You have become a source of my undoing
as you inch your wreathed self under my skin.
Green eyes are all I see in the pitch of night
as you hover over my sleeping self
hand grasping the whimpering blade
Your weight restricts my entity
as you crush the wind from the breeze
The blade slips in
deep, under my embedded scars
Pain injected by your metallic syringe
crawls through the sliced skin
until ruby blossoms bloom
and run
with the dye of adolescent lift.
Before you transformed
into some monstrous demon
we were two statues of cement
not giving a damn
But now here you rest
against my midnight trenches
hovering in the deplorable shadows
Lies and thieves are tucking in your belt
You are the thing of nightmares
as you set blazing infernos on dreamless sleep
A phantom but nevermore,
you haunt my forgotten sleep
until you engulf me in terror
as night gives way to the suspended sun's rays
Nightmares are carried on your ebony-feathered raven wings
as you steal rest from my broken bed
and condemn me
to green-eyed monsters
reawakening burnt out fears.
and the air is so tight
against my washed out skin
You have become a dispensed ghost
who holds no weight against my fickle being
You have become a source of my undoing
as you inch your wreathed self under my skin.
Green eyes are all I see in the pitch of night
as you hover over my sleeping self
hand grasping the whimpering blade
Your weight restricts my entity
as you crush the wind from the breeze
The blade slips in
deep, under my embedded scars
Pain injected by your metallic syringe
crawls through the sliced skin
until ruby blossoms bloom
and run
with the dye of adolescent lift.
Before you transformed
into some monstrous demon
we were two statues of cement
not giving a damn
But now here you rest
against my midnight trenches
hovering in the deplorable shadows
Lies and thieves are tucking in your belt
You are the thing of nightmares
as you set blazing infernos on dreamless sleep
A phantom but nevermore,
you haunt my forgotten sleep
until you engulf me in terror
as night gives way to the suspended sun's rays
Nightmares are carried on your ebony-feathered raven wings
as you steal rest from my broken bed
and condemn me
to green-eyed monsters
reawakening burnt out fears.