Shielded by the veils of darkness
Vacant spaces fill up my soul
Celestial orbs shine bright in the distance
Stuck in the never ending pretend loophole
Exhausting myself playing pretend
I collapsed under my own tyranny
Refusing to fight it any longer
I stopped justifying false irony
My brightness dulled in invisible rays
My massiveness shrunk into tiny beads
My coldness engulfed all free elements
My stillness guarented inconspicuous deeds
Breaking apart piece by piece
I decided to hide my dark soul
I secluded myself from every eye
Slowly turning into a black hole
Supernova causes burns to multitude
Crashing pieces into others beside
But can't compete with the degree with which
I am burning among the cold inside
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Willful Verses
PoetryWords. Words are power, words are hope, words are comfort and words are strong. Specially when they are intertwined into beautiful strings of lines which weave into verses and ultimately gives us warmth in the form of a poem. Everyone has there un...
