Bloodless Killer
It's glaring at me
Shouting out vicious cruelty
Resonating snarls through the chambers of my brain
Festering in my thoughts like a desperate disease
It's slicing through me
Dripping blood to carve a sharp circle
Concise, final and infinite
Mocking of the sweat and tears left unknown
It's breaking into me
Swearing out numbers that spell "F"
Crushing my spirit in one fraction
Obliterating my childish hopes
So don't you dare tell me it's just a red stain on a page
It's not.
It's how the world defines me.
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Of The Soul
PoesíaCalamity, joy, anger, zeal... The list goes on. Connotations follow connotations. Emotions ever-changing and quite as diverse as the colours of our skin. For years thoughts fly through our head. Quotes, poetry and words that can colour in our world...
