The world is composed of lies
Entangled they lay within our lives
Strategically disguised as sorrowful cries
Which cut you open like knives
That leaves scars difficult to heal
And a distrust impossible to let go
Making it numb to the world, no longer able to feel
The universe seemingly turning slow
As the betrayal sears itself deep
Leaving the mind confined to its thoughts
Having a trail to climb so steep
Only to find empty words like silent gunshots
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The Darkest of Days {#WATTYS 2015}
Acak{Raise your words, not voice. It is rain that grows flowers, not thunder - RUMI} {I believed I wanted to be a poet, but deep down I just wanted to be the poem- Jamie Gil De Biedma} Poetry is what you really feel deep within your soul. It's the word...
