Is it awake?
The monster that hides under my bed?
It moves through the shadows,
It lives in the darkness.
The serpent with deadly fangs,
Slithering in the gloomy night
Poised, ready to strike
Coiled around my throat.
My only friend, my guardian angel,
The serpent of sin
Am suffocating yet holding on,
I won't let you leave me to be all alone.
Pure blackness coats my pulsing heart,
Warmth turned into prickly cold,
Guilt falling as tears,
Grief dripping as blood.
My friend, my guardian angel,
What have I become?
Wearing this inhuman skin,
To cover up the wounds on my wrists.
I'm awake, I'm alive,
They call me the monster of the cold silent night,
But I promise I'm no beast,
I'm a person with a beating heart.
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Diaries of an Empty Heart
Poetry"And the sad part is- no matter how many galaxies I have conquered, they can only see the stars that I have not reached." A collection of poems and quotes that express the emotions I feel everyday, buried in my heart. The feelings that I don't have...
