Why is it that you don't leave my side?
I beseech you ceaselessly, yet you hold me tighter.
Why is it that you can't see the cloud of darkness that surrounds me?
I fear the gloomy drops would rain upon you, and run down your cheeks.
Why is it that you snatch the knife from my hands everytime I let the demons in me see the light?
I intend to relieve pain with pain, at least momentarily.
Why is it that you wipe my tears before they fall?
I render flummoxed at your potential hex.
Why is it that you care when I panic?
I dislike when you assure me that everything would be fine, for it's solely wrong. It won't.
Why is it that my eternally shivering hands stop shaking, when you press those lips to mine, slowly finding the way to my soul, with a torch of hope, though my eyes are shut tight?
You make me realize that I was wrong. You show me the difference between living and existing. You teach me how to make everything fine again.
YOU ARE READING
•Silent Screams•
PoetryWords that never left the lips, Phrases unheard by any soul but mine, Thoughts that lie on the ocean bed like sunken ships, Voices present nowhere but this strange mind. I scream internally, confessing my deeds, And none but my demons listen, Yet, o...
