PoisonedRazorBlades
August 21st, 2009, 05:53 PM
Just one of my poems, I don't know why I wrote it tbh....
She is scared, all alone.
Shaking as she sits there,
Uncertain, confused, waiting,
Waiting for the door to close.
When he returns, she will pay.
Bottle in hand, he climbs up,
Taking the stairs one at a time.
He stumbles, but does not fall.
Weakness is not allowed, forbidden.
He finds her in the corner, crying.
No one to turn to, nobody can help.
A fallen bottle turned to shards of glass.
A drunk and an innocent girl.
A dark and lonely night, death seeps in.
Shouting and sobs, a echo in the air.
Alcohol fuelled his anger her fear fed it.
A withering rose and a dying flame.
The shell lay empty, the gun cocked.
He won't remember why in the morning.
She is scared, all alone.
Shaking as she sits there,
Uncertain, confused, waiting,
Waiting for the door to close.
When he returns, she will pay.
Bottle in hand, he climbs up,
Taking the stairs one at a time.
He stumbles, but does not fall.
Weakness is not allowed, forbidden.
He finds her in the corner, crying.
No one to turn to, nobody can help.
A fallen bottle turned to shards of glass.
A drunk and an innocent girl.
A dark and lonely night, death seeps in.
Shouting and sobs, a echo in the air.
Alcohol fuelled his anger her fear fed it.
A withering rose and a dying flame.
The shell lay empty, the gun cocked.
He won't remember why in the morning.