There flies a Swallow
He's here then gone
And he, your faith in me will follow
Off into the darkening dawn
Your empty lies
Your thoughtless words
Your criticizing eyes
Which have cut deeper than swords
This is the side of you I despise
The one who cannot see past his own self-pity
And, despite my tries
You have left with your self commitee
Upon me, you pile the blame
You don't care
And I'm pushed towards the flame
I hardly think that's fair
So far I've come
Only to be thrown back
To the pit I came from
Back to the blacker than black
A/N: Well... Backwards progress is being made.
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Inner Silence
PoesieThe inner silence is always there. Waiting. watching. recording. Recording the chaos and misery of my existence. A collection of depressing poems of my life.