Arrow's pierce,
Leaving the blood to drain,
While shadows call,
Tempting you with claims to relieve the pain.
A four letter word,
Quickly turns from love to lost,
It seems the storm's never to end,
Pushed away only by a life's cost.
From the years of trying to dance in the rain,
It turns too cold.
Voices seem to invade the silence,
Only to simply remind you of the things you've been told;
Words of harsh judgment,
The past you've been fighting.
A vicious cycle, really,
A story your tired of writing,
Where the flowers have already wilted,
Scars marking your skin,
The clock strikes twelve, the night loosing rest,
The past stealing a win.
It's never seen,
Hidden behind the safety of a smile,
Where the ability to handle it is wearing thin,
Ready to snap.
Ready to break.
It's already been enough.
~Shadow Star
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Still The Same
PoetryIn the world of ink, I have lost myself. And now for the readers of the land, I have sworn my oath to pledge my words to all. I have now found my place, and this is where I'll stay. So even after all I have been through.... I'm Still The Same. *All...
