Better Off Dead
I wake to gray where color died,
A hollow shell the night denied.
The silence screams, the shadows leer—
There’s nothing left to hold me here.
Hope once flickered, small and bright,
Now swallowed whole by endless night.
No one sees the cracks I bear,
No one comes, and no one cares.
The Hollow Hours
I wake in shadows thick and deep,
Where silence screams and secrets creep.
The light outside does not reach in—
This prison’s made beneath my skin.
Each breath I take, a borrowed weight,
Each step I make, a twist of fate.
The mirror cracks with what I see:
A ghost of who I used to be.
The walls don’t speak, but still they hear,
The echoed sobs, the gnawing fear.
I wear a smile that’s sewn in pain,
A mask to hold back acid rain.
They say the sun will rise again,
But I’ve forgotten where or when.
I count the hours with broken hands,
Stuck sinking in these shifting sands.
No lifeline thrown, no hand to hold,
Just burning nights and mornings cold.
And if I scream, no soul will know—
Just echoes in the undertow.
Whispers in the Dark
They whisper low when the lights go out,
Telling me things I don’t talk about.
A chorus of shadows, sharp and sly,
Digging deep, begging me to die.
Every breath feels like borrowed time,
Their voices weave through every rhyme.
I’m clinging tight to a broken thread,
Wrestling ghosts inside my head.
They grow louder in the quiet night
Feeding off every crack and fright.
Desperation claws at my chest,
No safe harbor, no place to rest.
I scream back, but they don’t care,
Their poison drips through every prayer.
Trapped between hope and endless pain,
A silent war I fight in vain.
In the Grip of the Night
The walls are breathing, thick with dread,
each creak and crack a whispered threat.
My pulse a hammer in my head,
the sheets like shackles cold and wet.
The ceiling drips with unseen eyes,
their hollow gaze invades my chest.
A thousand ghosts in fractured guise
deny my mind a moment’s rest.
I taste the rot of sleepless hours,
while panic blooms, a choking vine.
The dark becomes a thorny tower,
its jagged teeth sink into mine.
And every night, the same cruel game—
to wake and die, and wake again.
Hollow Hands
Anxiety coils in silent dread,
Thoughts like insects in my head.
Strength once mine now slips away,
Each breath a battle, night and day—
I reach for light, but fade to gray.
Despair is thick beneath my skin,
A war I’m too weak to begin.
My voice is dust, my will is drowned,
Impotent in this battleground—
No hope, no spark, no solid ground.
Ticking to Black
The shadows stretch upon the wall,
Each breath feels weaker, frail, and small.
I watch the clock with hollow eyes,
Its ticking hums my slow demise,
Time's fingers wrapped around my throat.
The darkness creeps into my veins,
It whispers comfort in my chains.
Regret and sorrow bleed as one,
The hours fade, the moments run,
And death becomes my quiet oath.
The glass runs dry, the minutes thin,
A dying pulse beneath my skin.
I stare into the closing night,
Embrace the end, release the fight,
The clock ticks down—I let it win.
Eyes Wide and Drowning
The shadows twist behind my eyes,
Their fingers crawl beneath my skin.
I dread the hush when daylight dies,
For that’s when all the screams begin.
The dark is thick with whispered lies.
The clock hands crawl, each tick a blade,
They pierce the veil of restless sleep.
Inside my skull, a voice parade,
That drags me down the fathoms deep.
Each breath a trap, each thought a spade.
I fear the dark, yet fear the light,
Both sides betray me when I fall.
The monsters lurk beyond my sight,
But worse—the ones inside that call.
Sleep is a cage... and I'm locked tight.
Moonbound
The moon, she rises bold and bright,
A guardian in the hollow night.
Her silver gaze, a whispered song,
That keeps my weary soul strong.
She watches close while shadows creep,
And cradles me in dreamless sleep.
In her glow, I find my peace—
The quiet where my fears release.
In Your Eyes
The night wraps close, a cold embrace,
No stars to soften empty space.
I wear a mask of calm and steel,
While wounds beneath refuse to heal.
I walk through storms with silent screams,
A shadow stitched from broken dreams.
Each breath I take, a fragile lie—
But still I stand, and still I try.
The world may see a fading spark,
A soul that stumbles through the dark.
But in your eyes, I see a flame,
A whisper saying *you’re not to blame.*
So I will rise though pain runs deep,
And guard the dreams you’ve yet to keep.
For though I ache and break and bend—
In your eyes, I will not end.
In My Skin
There’s something crawling under my skin,
A whisper wrapped in barbed wire sin,
It laughs when I scream in the dead of night,
Claws in my skull, and it twists so tight.
Shadows stretch where light should stay,
Voices echo what I never say—
They watch from corners I can't see,
And I can’t tell if they are me.
Mirrors lie with a stranger’s face,
Eyes like voids—no soul, no trace.
I punch the glass, feel nothing bleed,
The only thing alive is need.
A need to burn, to rip, to tear,
To choke the silence, fill the air
With thunder roaring from my chest—
I smile when I'm not at rest.
Everyone lies. I feel their breath.
They're carving secrets into death.
They talk in riddles, nod and grin—
All snakes beneath familiar skin.
I wear a mask of calm and peace,
But underneath, the storm won’t cease.
It coils and waits, it begs to break,
To see how much the world can take.
So lock your doors when the wind turns red,
I’m still alive—but I’d rather be dead.
Because I know what hides inside my grin:
A thousand devils in my skin.
Velvet Hunger
In the hush of midnight’s hollow breath,
She comes in lace and whispered death,
Eyes like embers, lips like wine,
A phantom drawn across the spine.
Fingers trace where no light stays,
In shadowed rooms where no one prays,
She binds the ache, the need, the scream,
A ghost of flesh, a fevered dream.
No love remains, no vow, no ring—
Just moans that twist and never cling,
Her kiss is fire, her touch is cold,
A secret kept, a hunger old.
I beg the dark to let her stay,
Though every dawn she fades away,
And when I reach for skin and sin—
I find myself alone again.
