Tragedy reflects such a fragile mind which casts the heart to beat upon lost time.
Thus the lips whisper for a savior in a dark cloak, wanting to escape death but foretold.
A body burdened by the mindless illness it chases within the drive to live.
A fickle lace of closed hope shivers through an eagerness to escape that which plays with shackles.
Poison upon lips fragments the very insights of lasting notion.
Solution tastes bittersweet.
Honey remains as acid spewed from bottomless jars.
Such memories taint that of virtue.
A reverberating hindrance afar delivers blow after blow,
Until the essence of purity reflects something evil.
I have seen what the night can do.
Listened to the empty chew.
A beast born inside the old.
Casted as pieces from birthing souls.
We are born in a world so corrupted.
And are forced as children to adjust it.
Yet many cannot fathom the truth,
This Book Of Lies Owns me... And you....
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Darkness Within Light
PoesíaA book of Poetry. A time in my life where nothing made sense and the only thing, I had to speak my truth was my keyboard or my pencil. These poems are all written as a piece of me. I'm sharing these with you. Read them at your own risk. This is when...
