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Loki Clark Poem
White powdered pill, help me stop the way I feel
Give me the will, show me something real
Take a pile let's sleep a little while
My head on the kitchen tile, if only I went the extra mile
I wouldn't have to deal with the guilt
Can't stand the day so I suffocate under the quilt
Doesn't mean I knelt
You don't have a clue how I felt
No rush, just watch me puke up my guts
I'm having illusions, passing out, seeing you in the vision of confusions
Talk about "reaching out"
As if my minds full of doubt
Stuck banging my head against the wall
All while knowing I'm about to fall, maybe someday I'll hear you call
"You're strong" I guess that's why I'm sitting alone and no place feels quite like home.
Listening to my therapist and the way she talks, yes I've been doing lots of walks
Why do you wanna hear my thoughts?
all you do is write naughts and a few to many crosses
Ignorance is bliss
Don't wanna see your call list
Should I walk through the mist? Or enjoy eternal bliss?
Living I've tried
Still wishing to die
Forever was your lie
My soul denied and dehumanised
Copyright © Loki Clark | Year Posted 2025
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Loki Clark Poem
You tied the noose that I hang from
I stare at the writing on the wall
I feel like all the words are written wrong
My feet can’t find the stall
I wish my thoughts would just be gone
I am the rope in which they tie
I can’t seem to shape the future of my life
Got me thinking am I the one who’s ready to die
I decided to roll the dice
Sick of living a lie
Why did I think twice
Now I’m begging for a reason why
Copyright © Loki Clark | Year Posted 2025
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Loki Clark Poem
Spending every day the same
Always passing the blame
Youve got my back with a knife
So sick of this life
So I beg the white powdered pill
"Just help stop the way I feel"
Is anything real
Shook the hand, I made the deal
Light a match time to dispatch
Pass me another line don't tell me the time
I'm feeling fine so gimmy a sign
Even if it's in my mind
Please keep being kind
Grab my wrist and bind
Im lost inside
Copyright © Loki Clark | Year Posted 2025
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Loki Clark Poem
You’ll Pick out everybody’s problems but you wont help your self
You’d rather sit alone in pity then take care of your health
You act like it’s everybody’s fault you’ve got nothing to gain
using Magic capsules to escape your own brain
Can’t give yourself a break so you wanna do it over again
Someone help this monkey in a cage from going insane
Copyright © Loki Clark | Year Posted 2025
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Loki Clark Poem
No variation in this dark tomb
Spinning in orbit of loss and the need for needing
Grey spirits begging for my healing
Grey spirits crawling along the ceiling
Madness is my adaptation
Lost in the essence of essential reverence
Lost spinning for a need of your presence
Chased by the haunting past and present
Here I come to loom
No variation in this broken tomb
Here in my room
Copyright © Loki Clark | Year Posted 2025
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