These Thoughts…
all in what is not a mind,
harm
All these memories…
silence fills the ears of those
that once cared,
all this pain kept inside
Tired of hiding
exhausted of the same
agony,
Drained of all things
but motionless ‘living’
The words
The sentences
The whole entity
Is all but a trap
Emission to another world,
Torture inside what is not a mind
Lips sealed,
And chapped,
Will remain
For parting those lips,
Only, a wounded is not a heart
spews out.
Please tell me what you think. I wrote this as a schol project but I thought it was good so decided to post it.
