"Beneath the Skull"
These thoughts inside my head,
Made me think I am dead,
Pinned to my skull with greed,
Unto the mind I will never need,
Society thinks this is just drama,
A curse for you because of karma,
The mind should think and do,
for what is empty has no value
His eyes will always be dry,
Too numb to once again cry,
Her mind has already died,
Slained by thoughts, she wish to hide,
The taste of guilt made me hate,
The painful words spoken too late,
Pain and agony were buried so deep,
Regrets made me forget to sleep,
Fake smiles behind a quondam,
Lies a broken child behind a man,
No comforting whispers can ever calm me,
My tainted soul was scarred with misery,
If the mind is like a gun getting heavier,
Then these thoughts must be the trigger,
Words from society may hurt you so bad,
Forcing you to be ashamed and sad,
Whispers of judgement buried deeper,
Betrayal and fears may awaken your anger,
Your opinions may think I deserve it ,
But the force within me, will never submit
All nameless creatures has its own story,
Underneath the facade, there is more of me,
What you cannot see from the naked eye,
Will always be the truth behind the lie,
Tried to fit myself in your opinion,
Your standard of me created my oblivion,
The only empty space I wish to fit in,
Is to be proud of me from deep within,
May the blood of fire flow through my brain,
Slay the unwanted thoughts who wished to reign,
The surface of you may think you're dull,
But there is more of you, beneath the skull.
-lylefaygandia-
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The Poetry of Obscure Sorrows
Poetry"Her 3 am thoughts turned into poems.." This is an original collection of poetry inspired by pro-caffeinated binges, insomnia and the dictionary of obscure sorrows.
