The pain vibrates
The humour of your
Laughter
Seems like scorn
Roses
Hurt more than thorns
My brain throbs
As pain envelopes
Like shadows at dusk
They too remind me of you
Everything does really
But now I can't differentiate
Between nightmares
And Daydreams
For they both have
You
In
Them
Your cruelty
Forever etched
Upon my haunted eyes
My pleas
Lost to(o)
Deaf ears
A dead end
A stone wall
Your voice
The cold chilling
The very ends of my bones
My laughter
Now silenced
In the deep
Voids of emptiness
You seem to hold
YOU ARE READING
Less Than A Century
PoetryA collection of words I decided to call poetry. It takes only one To break To fix To live To die for To strive To be cruel To finally break To complete A Century
