The voices came
a whirlwind
out of a light
into my darkness
preceding the voices
came faces
hollow and haunting
with a bitterness of something sinister
they called to me
emotion in their voices which meant nothing
still I fell for them
cold hands took me to a place
empty with the promises they had abdicated
ghosted values
dripped on the broken streets
seeping into my skin
lies that told the truth
leaking into my ears
forcing red tears of blood from my eyes
cries of the fallen
and the mislead
a bright flash
and they were gone
I was now one of them
false shadows
they trapped me in my own metal walls of ignorance, narrow – mindedness
naivety and misery
I stand alone
what a fool I was; My darkness was better.
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100 Peices of Me
ПоэзияThis is a collection of poems that I've been writing since I was ten years old. They encompass many things that I go through in life, and many of my thoughts. I hope you enjoy it. Edit: It gets better as it goes, the first section of the book is fro...
