Can you feel the rhythm of the sounds that crawl?
Forever deep resounding voices
Full of dark thoughts.
Speak to the ear, confused the mind
Twisted decisions as outcome of the blind.
All but sinned innocent masks.
To the peace
To the war
To the bloodshed
To more and more.
To secrets
To the key
To the wealthy, and diseased.
All but shadows voiced in mind.
To the spineless that remind.
Can you hear the darkness crawl?
Can you see the echoes of the fated?
Rhythms and knocks by dripping tears
Singing and revering swamps of bloodless agony.
Tears that shatter dreams of knowless savages.
Forsaken by their gods.
Forsaken by their will.
Forsaken by themselves.
Can you hear the darkness crawl to the rhythm of the fated?
To the blood of the deceased?
To the skin in agony?
To the throne of sinful gods.
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My Lil Story Of Life And Depression: Poems Of The Lost And Wounded
RandomThese are some of my poems and my weird random thoughts. It may contain sad things, some explicit content, things that may bring you joy, things that are just my truth or maybe they are lies. Ideals that my thoughts provide, while in my writing, you...
