I'm coming home my friend

A broken mirror fallen

Shattered on the floor

I can't pick up the pieces

I'm nothing anymore

I feel the voices twisting

Silken like a thread

Neon lights flashing

Words like the walking dead

Falling into emptiness

I'm coming home my friend

But safety is so dangerous

When it cuts you up again

The edge I'm walking hides me

But leaves no space for life

Everytime I leap in faith

I fall closer to the knife

I see your eyes begging me

Dark memories on the shore

I want to take you by the hand

But the devil is at the door

Falling into emptiness

I'm coming home my friend

But safety is so dangerous

When it cuts you up again.





Poetry by Rik The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2016-05-13 at 05:09

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Eli
This is great.
2016-05-15


shells
A dark piece, I am hoping I'm wrong in what I feel this is about, or it's your muse talking. Take care.
2016-05-14


Elle The PoetBay support member heart!
A disturbing write Rik, lots of pain in this and makes you wonder of the homecoming and what led to the departure

Elle x
2016-05-13