The Darkness

The hardest thing in life for me to accept is death
It fills me with dread and quite often regret
Chasing memories one day I’ll forget
I’m racing towards death like we’re in a duet
My mind constantly putting me under threat
All the suicides I’ve yet to accept
Since I was a teen I have been depressed
Losing her was my biggest debt
My soul will never heal I bet
It’s fine, I’ll light another cigarette
And simmer down after sunset
Love might be my largest asset

© Delia Ross. 2019

Shadows

I would never take the spotlight from you
I will follow your shadow, I already do
If you fall behind, I’ll a clear path to get through
No obstructions shall impede your view
In your honor, I’d erect a statue
That’s probably something you already knew
A shadow always exposes what’s true
Just look how long my shadow grew

© Delia Ross. 2019

Love Is Always On

It’s the age of constant distraction
Beauty defined by plastic fashion
Such savagery over the next caption
Going to extremes to prove an action
Hate on the menu for us to ration
One kiss you’ll learn he fakes the passion
His love is always on automation
An impeccable liar, the best in the nation
A list of broken souls should be confirmation of his vocation
He’s never been out of rotation
I hope death will be his next vacation

© Delia Ross. 2019

Seek Me, See Me Not

Seek me, see me not
500 meter target, take your shot
Get your line set up, don’t get caught
Better hope it’s worth what you thought

Here I am, in your sight
Too much rain, may cause blight
You want a lick then take a bite
Practice wounding hearts like a ceremonial rite

© Delia Ross. 2019

If These Were Last Moments

I don’t know if this will get through to you
I don’t know that I can quilt the right words
If these were last moments I’d run out of fuel
Now’s a good time to listen while still

Surrounded by people, unsound energies accrue
Negative actions come at you in herds
They’ll tell you a diamond doesn’t start out a jewel
Poisoned so slowly you never feel ill

Whispers and laughters “we know you’ll pull through”
On and on it’s always pain you move towards
I guess I’d want you to know you are cruel
For inviting me to climb then kicking me downhill

© Delia Ross. 2019