Promises broken
Hearts were never whole
Chasing ghosts on mobbed roads
While skeletons in closets corrode
O sweet children,
Look back,
For once look back,
Onto what you have left behind.
Something you held dear to your heart once,
Now left behind as no one's memory,
Trails of blood and pain you left behind,
You hurt without sharps or guns.
The ones you killed were a part of you,
They had died before they bleed,
Did you not see that?
They were dead even before the bullet to their head.
YOU ARE READING
Sound of Darkness | ✓ |
PoetryEvery emotion stripped down to it's Raw and Purest form, molded into a poetry. This is a Series of Dark Poetry. I don't hope you just like them but feel them. 🤞
