the liquid of my eyes
pours out of my empty sockets
it is black
murky with the misdeeds of my past
cloudy because of the wails coming from the souls in my brain
i torture them
day after day they live in their prison
and in return
they give me what i want the most
to act like i never existed
these demons teach me how to live
when every day makes me want to fall into the depths of hell
i cry tears of a thousand mothers
and yet, my eyes are dry
YOU ARE READING
𝙥𝙚𝙖𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙨 𝙤𝙣 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙨𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙙 ༄
Poetryfall brings the rain and the storms and i cry with the sky- completed (oct 2019)
