I'm laughing, smiling
Playing, posting
Happy as a mayfly,
Yet just as ready to die,
As deep down, I chant the phrase:
Silent as her graveI'm shredding, sobbing
Tearing, ripping
My battered heart
Piece from piece, apart
And deep down, I chant the phrase:
Silent as a graveI'm cutting, breaking
Slicing, shaking
Destroying my life,
Somehow, 'staying alive'
Yet deep down, I chant the phrase:
Silent as the graveI'm 'just crying' (lying),
I'm 'just leaving' (dying),
I'm 'just jumping' (higher),
And my mind is on fire,
As I finally become the phrase:
Silent, as my grave
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Words are Knives
Poetryperhaps night is dark to provide us less distraction from our nightmares. Ranking: #267 in Poetry #144 in Poetry