I'm hiding my face from the hate and the shame.
You knew I was broken and you took the blame.
The innocence of children,
Watching their parents die.
Then lie to their face
and think it's alright.
But it's not alright,
they're traumatized.
Children always cry.
Empty promises are better than empty tombs.
A large growing cave,
the darkness looms.
I'm sitting here,
listening,
bored out of my mind.
I hide inside inside the darkness that I hope to find.
I'm chained in this "paradise",
never to leave,
to pleasure weird men,
their blood in my teeth.
I was once that innocent child but don't you see?
Everything you've done and said has unperfectly changed mine.
YOU ARE READING
Last Night
PoetryDark poem collection from the span of a few years, slowly editing the early ones. The later ones are pretty good. Don't be afraid to give feedback. Please read, vote, and comment!
