beginning of an end
my eyes watered as it sees the things i used to hold dear are both turned into nightmares and taken away. but as i wait and wait for the inevitable downpour of tears to decorate my eyes and the apple of my cheeks— it becomes apparent to me that it would never come. for i've lost too much and shed too many tears to be able to shed another one.
i can feel remnants of my soul fade away. though i wouldn't know how damaged i am— for what i've been seeing is nothing but red. my eyes hardened as reality sets in and my face becomes as stoic as a statue. gone were the wide smiles which had been adorning my lips since i was nothing but a babe and along with that— my innocence. i can feel my nails digs deep into my skin as my hands curled into a tight fist.
nothing really matters anymore other than this burning rage— and instead of denying it, i welcome it with open arms.
"let them burn," i thought.
"but why should you burn alone?" asked the madness himself.
"no,
i will burn them all."
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sugar & spice
PoetryIts funny how people always remember the wiser- more acceptable, more "within morals reach" part of things. They say its best to keep the strange thoughts at bay, for they are much more complicated to be perceived as "acceptable" by the simple mind...
