Cut open your chest.
Reveal your heart to me.
Watch in silent agony.
Tears oh so free.
Does no one see this broken bleeding creature that is me?
Mood shifts, ever-changing between joy and sorrow.
Conflicting nature's battle for dominance of my psyche.
Oh trapped within my own skin.
My own sin bleeding through my mind.
Voice locked far below guarded by insanity.
So tell me...
Would any of you ever care?
There is no more air, less to share.
A whisper of a life supposedly presumed important.
Forgotten oh so easily by Time's shifting hands.
Tell me.
Would any of you ever care?
Don't look me in the eyes with lies.
Who would care?
The world never stops turning.
Yet it feels as if my life is burning.
Put up the cracking facade.
Honesty shoved aside in favor of the applause of Death.
Shadows groaning, sunlight bleeding, darkness creeping.
So tell me.
Would any of you ever care?
The blades gleam so temptingly.
Why ever was I holding on for?
Time to let it go.
Tell me...
Would any of you ever care...
If I were to disappear...?
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Ripples in an Obsidian Sky
PoetryThese are many of the poems that get stuck in my head randomly, almost like a song or beat poetry in a way. I must warn you, most of them can be rather dark or sad. But I find solace in writing them. Anyway, maybe they can help you get some peace t...
