Memento Mori || Poetry

Chaotic Rough

I stand in this seemingly empty room,
Neither hearts nor souls,
Will be spared to be as hollow,
By this hell hole.

***

Stained and splattered
By the essence in my veins.
Spineless and souless,
Tears became rain.

***

It stung and ached,
But I paid it no mind,
Cause the agony in my chest
Have made me blind.

***

I don't need any words
Or anything in between.
I don't need any friends,
Or blood-bound kin.

***

So please go away,
My thoughts are enough.
Filling my scattered head
With chaotic rough.

- Asteria

:*:*:

I've been feeling depressed lately.