The eyes, they lie, but not for long,
Behind the gaze, the hurt stays strong,
Each flicker hides a fractured past,
A silent storm too fierce to last.
The scars we wear beneath the skin,
Are inked in places deep within,
But through the cracks, the darkness bleeds,
And in our stare, the truth concedes.
A hollow spark, a broken light,
Betrays the battles fought at night,
The screams, the wounds, the words that scar,
Reflected in the eyes, they mar.
No mask can hide the cracks of soul,
No shield can make the fractured whole,
For every glance, a glimpse of pain,
A story carved in secret strain.
They say the eyes are windows clear,
But shadows stretch where pain draws near,
And though we try to hide the fall,
The eyes betray us, show it all.
No beauty rests where trauma lies,
No light can fill the haunted eyes,
For every scar that's worn inside,
The eyes will weep what we can't hide.
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Lurk's Compendium of Dark Poetry (LCDP)
PoetryIn this collection of poetry, the veil is torn away, revealing the undercurrents of darkness that run through the human experience. These poems are raw and relentless, exploring the spaces where light fails to reach, and the truths we fear most come...
