By: p.a. LEX
My mouth is sealed
My eyes are shut
But my voice is rasped
With the screaming in my head
That I can not seem to stop
My mind is empty
My hands are filled
With abandoned promises
And futile sacrifices
That has come to me in different faces
My feet are cold
My heart is—has stopped
But the voices inside never ceases
Like the burning fire of the inferno
With a thousand places—
For a dead man to be.
To suffer
To regret
To tremble
To suffer
To regret
To tremble
To suffer
To regret
To tremble
And to suffer again and again and again.
My hands are shaking
My eyes are filled
With unshed tears
That has only killed
My soul of innocence
And shattered hope
My skin so rotten
My blood is drained
From my body that I put to shame
Which haunted me 'til death
For hope never came
My life took for granted
My soul ripped from my body
To which led me to my demise
And cold water filled up my lungs
With fire burning inside of me with my lies
YOU ARE READING
Pages of Despondence
PoetryA batch of poetries and short stories for the broken. You may portray it in any way you want. Most of my works are for the abused, scorned and rejected.
