My eyes close
I'm holding onto
my memories
and hatred.
my slumber
all alone in my head...
so silent.
I can't explain the way
my tears run blood along my veins
if I let go of my pain
I'll cease to be, give into the plague...
war is coming,
I can hear it in my heart
blood will flow
along the grounds of the innocent,
I can't deceive
the darkness anymore...
I'm letting go, I'm losing control of myself...
you beat me down,
so low and now
I'm crying my soul
I'm losing control.
you led me to
a place where I
can't feel my face...
death is just an anesthetic
for what's to come
a body left behind with no face
feeling numb
all alone I cry here
fading into nothing
all alone I lie here
dying...
...losing myself...
YOU ARE READING
My Feelings Put Into Words.
PoesiaPeople have different ways of expressing themselves. This is mine. Poetry is words you want to say but are afraid to share with the world because you don't want to be judged, and a poet is, before anything else, a person who is passionately in love...
