It sits in the corner
In a pitch dark chamber of nothin'
Spots fall everywhere
Not expected
It sits still
Slowly breathing
It calls no one finds
It screams no one comes
It yells no reaction
It cries no motion
It sits still
Small shine comes soaks it's skin
It knows it hurts
No motion is out
Slowly the life goes in
Small drops fall
Rouge of lament is over
Nothin but a scar is left
More then a few on it's bones
Just a few left to define it
There's no more cover
It's tired
It's just sick
It's just had it
It's gone
The mind is powerful
Yet for it
All is left but to scar
With the silk of tears that drip off it's skin
"There's no use, in trying",
It says
With life in hands
There's nothin' but to hear it
Calling for life
To bad it's silent to the mind
Asleep the whole world is
While it is drowned
With guilt
And no life
It was just it
Nothin but a
"IT"
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Poems
PoetryThese are just a bunch of my poems. Read and enjoy :) Let me know what you think of them
