This is the first day of my death.
The Gods couldn't let me die
My love, my son, my friends never failed me
It was the gold
The gold
I took
The gold
I pursued
The gold
From power
Of killing
And taking
But I can't even blame that
For all this is caused by myself
The person in which I hold
Hate, destruction, pain, insecurity
And cover it with
Cruelty
If you hide your weaknesses
You will never seem inferior
But if you hide who you are
You will crack
And break
And fall
Harder than your children
Your friends
Your loves
Ever did
Because they saw your faults and accepted you
But you didn't accept yourself
Now I am dead
Now I am done
Anarchy was never my fear
It was inferiority
Now I am dead
May the Gods never see my face
For I am unworthy
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My Head in Knots
PoetryRandom poems I feel like sharing. Some of them may be a bit morbid so read at your discretion. Thank you for reading. Criticism is welcomed as long as its constructive! <3
