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
YOU ARE READING
Landscape
شِعرYou 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
