If need be
I will tell you a lieThe truth may also be relevant
However this lowly place may not allowA man behind a mask is not
Nothing but your perception of said manSeated across an empty space
Heels on iron
Dry lips
Heavy heart
Look beyond the reflectionHappiness fills me
Hands are frostbitten
The floor is moistWhat is outside the box,
That should be thought about,
When the box bears no identity?Slow is the rise
Rapid become my thoughtsAs I scribble across this page
I cannot contain the words
As the lines grow closer
And the world moves slowerKindness I bleed
Memories I bury
Pain I inhale
Anger I controlLet us feast on this time
Waste away like the carcasses we areFeel this
Do not read this.
YOU ARE READING
Bleak Mind View
PoetryJust a few poems I composed and put together...Take them as you will