Oliver Clarke Poems

Well am I not dark enough for you?
Shall I go and get some friends?
Tell you they’re all in my head,
And they drive me around the bend.
...

I feel it pierce through me,
But unlike a bullet it leaves no wounds,
Only this unbreakable feeling,
And a dark image that forever looms.
...

My hands are getting colder,
This is no disease,
Love is slowly killing me,
It will not set me free.
...

Shielded truths,
But there were no lies,
I believed you when,
I looked in those eyes.
...

All these fancy dreamers,
Well I am only one of them,
Ask me have I seen her,
Ask me if she’s back again.
...

In a place of sleep,
Mind gets no rest,
Stolen by Satan,
But not yet possessed.
...

When I awoke, it was there waiting,
They had already spoke, and are still creating,
Start to finish, blood is spilled,
The letter has been sent, the envelope sealed.
...

Master engine of a killer’s baby,
Drowns the life of a sound that saves me,
Screams of petty love to the mind of a baby,
Dreams with blood, and the sanity of the crazy.
...

You can press the keys and i will pick the strings,
And together girl we'll make sweet history.
I want to' save the world, but i just don’t know how,
And I’m afraid that if i throw in the towel then,
...

Close my eyes,
Shoot me down,
Watch me as I,
Hit the ground.
...