The flow of blood,
The book told me it’d numb my pain.
It did for a while till it came back full force.
One cut, two, drip.
Blood red, blood bled.
Pain fled till pain led,
Pain led my thoughts,
They went from sorrow,
Sorrow birth heartache,
Heartache birth suicidal thoughts.
That which haunts me is greater than death can fix.
Today marks day 320
The 11 month and the 20th day,
One year down without you.
A million more to go,
They said pain fades with time,
Dust to dust, ashes to ashes.
Say a prayer for the dead so they might rest in peace.
While you can be the living dead.
As you can now see that which will forever haunt you,
Is greater than death, for you live with one foot on the pathway to hell.
Why do I bother with these lines
When all I fill them with are lies,
Carefully worded that they’re hidden in disguise
So they appear as the truth to your eager eyes.
Why do I smile when I’d rather cry?
Why do I hide the pain that haunts me everytime?
Why do I say I’m fine when I’m dying on the inside?
Why do I promise to see you the next day when I know I won’t make the night.
It wasn’t about the hunger,
It was about the days where there was plenty.
From riches to rags is more depressing than death.
The days and hours you spend praying for death,
But the grim repear slumbers,
You are left with your thoughts,
Misery is an amazing company you’ve decided.
Maybe you should propose to torment,
She’s all you’ve known for a while.
Hunger would be a great candidate too,
You’ve gotten to know him so well.
That which plagues you is bi sexual and bi curious,
It hasn’t decided where exactly it’ll fuck you up.
But still they ask what haunts you,
You look them in the eyes and claim it’s just depression.
But it’s greater than that,
What haunts you is greater than you.
What haunts you by Oluwademilade Atilola is a series of poem written at different time, compiled in one page, Oluwademilade Atilola write ups, Articles from Oluwademilade Atilola