Tears tear
Through my
Eyes
Burn red
With dead
Inside
The house-not-home
Is not where
My heart lays
Here in the
Dark
Sees me
When no one else does
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Landscape
PoetryYou only hinder yourself by concealing those feelings under a concrete mask. But remember, concrete cracks and I see your unmarred skin that's not tasted the flavour of living. You hide like a guilty thief. You steal away the experience so open y...
Silent Murder
Tears tear
Through my
Eyes
Burn red
With dead
Inside
The house-not-home
Is not where
My heart lays
Here in the
Dark
Sees me
When no one else does