Inexplicable meanings of the treacherous nights, I lay here in hopes of falling asleep because nothing is in my heart. I am what you'd call a selfish beast, gathering my hunt for only me to eat. And, quiet are the surrounding sounds, yet I command the silence to give me something and make it loud. My mind is to broken to break, but I can not lose it again, for when it is gone it falls with the wind, and I am left to search for fragments I have left behind. But, like all days past I am still alone figuring out the inexplicable meanings of this treacherous night, in hopes of falling asleep, because nothing is in my heart.
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Every Tear
PoetryStaring at these blank pages my mind is empty, the words won't bleed from my fingertips, for they only know my eyes.
