Shadow Sound
Every little promise that I foolishly made up-
Slowly melted back into nothingness
The sliver of hope will never be what it once was-
And my former prayers are rendered wordless
Silence is a massacre of thoughts
It's the aftermath of trauma
The walls in my head are flawed
The cracks leak in the karma
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Slit Slit Slit
Blood from my fingers escape
Drip Drip Drip
Tears from my face evaporate
I scrape away at the barricades
Just so noise itself will never fade
It comes with a price I will gladly pay
A fragmented mind that will soon stray
Memories replay and recreate the despair
Of when I once felt an unrelenting desire
And then the dark corners of my soul flare
As my irises burst with a new shade of hellfire
Mist Mist Mist
My darkness devours my light
Wisp Wisp Wisp
Never again will my passion reunite
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My inner demons counsel me-
Handing down the tools I need
Something more powerful than creed-
Raising a side of me that was once buried
The spirit of chaos takes hold
Never again will I kneel on the ground
I won't cling onto faith anymore
As I indulge inside the shadow sounds
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tragedy of existence(mid night poetry part 2)
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