Short Poem I wrote. (My first ever)

I've been in a really down mood...so I wrote a poem about a person messed up in the head abducting a child!


THE HOLLOW HOME

Passion perfect fathers unyielding,
Making time go by so fast, alas!
My time slowly slipping,
Oh, so slowly, slowly

Prior to answering that fateful knock,
Her hair she brushed, though, missing, 'twas a single lock .
And approaching now he made his route,
slighting through darkness, still by foot.

Ignorant, blissful dreamers not concious in this cosmos,
Journeyed the nightly path, alas!
And so succumbs the unseasoned self,
Breath, so cold, cold

She made her entrace to tend her young,
Aberration arose, as could not clench her tongue.
Her child's presence was then not known,
Nor his spirit or flesh lie in the hollow home.
 
Not bad! Keeping with the theme, here's an old (at this point abandoned) song of mine, inspired by Shelley Duvall's performance as an alcoholic's wife in The Shining:

ANGEL

The secrets lie waiting in the books that he reads
Don't do what he tells you, just do what he needs
So easy to suffer, so easy to fall
When you live with an angel you are nothing at all

The angels are singing, the angels are near
The angels are flying because you're still here

Your beautiful daughter has forgotten your name
You'd like to remind her but you can't bear the shame
So you sit there in silence with your back to the wall
When you live with an angel you are nothing at all

The angels are singing, the angels are near
The angels are flying because you're still here

You peel back your body you peel back your skin
But you're still not revealing what you thought was within
You feel like you're breaking crumble under the light
You'd ask for a way out or the strength left to fight
Like an arrogant fable screaming drunk in the hall
When you live with an angel you are nothing at all

The angels are singing, the angels are near
The angels are flying because you're still here

you are nothing at all....
 
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