I can imagine my heart is
a dark shadowy pit.
A pit filled with monsters and demons
and myths all alike.
I can imagine my heart is being
eaten by the poison.
The poison that kills my life.
I can imagine my heart cracking.
Cracking and letting the blood and
and truth pour out in unequal measures.
I can imagine it all and it's reaching
the height.
The height that breaks it all.
The height of non-existence.
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Shadows From The Heart & All Other Places They Hide
Poetry"Please tell me, why does one write poems at all? Isn't it a waste of time?" A child asked me once. I replied, "So we could write meaningfulness to cover up the truth that everything is meaningless." It was the truth, was it not? Cover made by me
