My blighted chalice
Your hearts filled with malice
A grimace
Is it me you all miss?
Or is it yourselves
The parts of you you lost hidden on your shelves
A lie in the dark
What good is your arc
When I'm drowning in sadness
Our world full of madness
A joke
I'm the mockery of your hope
I'm the lie in the dark
The mark
I'm the monster in you
And you're the monster too
Hurt without regret
A fate thousands have met
I hope for the best
But there's no such thing as rest
When I'm sitting at a desk
Writing in blood
This is my flood
One of truths so beautiful
In our heart my words take their tole
You read on though
Suffering for how long I'll never know
My words are a blighted chalice
Lift the cup and drink deep while I speak on in malice
This life is a blighted chalice
Our world's full of malice
YOU ARE READING
Poems
PoetryIts just my poems. My poetry from when I was like 16 or so years old. Newer one is better. Or I hope so
