Untitled #DarkPoetry
The grave looks ready
Shallow enough
Or is it deep enough
Does it even matter
I randomly wonder
Death should be here already
Even as I am so very not ready
Yes it might take away this pain
Probably eat away it's veins
Rid of my dry bones too
But heart is tagged to
Beautiful hearts
That I'd rather
Not break
So I am living this minute
For them not me.
Find me a blade
To check if I still bleed red
This darkness has me chained
Onto imaginary walls
I see demons standing tall
Barricading me from the light
Leaving my soul in this forever night
Screaming my mind out
Yet no one hears me, throughout
Loneliness left me mute
How should I tell them
That I am empty inside
And it's my pride
No... my corwadice
Devouring me from inside.
Healing has no clue
On how to be able to pave
A path back to my dark side
Help me let this anger slide
Carry me in it's curing embrace
Away from these stormy moments
Take me to some secret place
Where my soul can lament
On the unfairness of this life
The passion of my strife
Should I free myself from these
And repent repeatedly
For offering the wrong lips a kiss
For sinning repeatedly
Perhaps then I would
Be worthy of wearing my wounds.
This just came out. It's raw. Unedited even. Looking for ways to get back to myself .
Cross Published.
BQ.