I seek the silence, the darkness, the emptiness,
the escape from my demons;
the demons that haunt me,
the demons I'm too weak to slay.
I seek the vacant mind,
for mine can no longer capacitate a thought,
yet it pleasures in witnessing my suffering;
leaving me with a guilty heart,
a worn out mind, and a wrecked soul.
And so I wish for nothingness;
knowing that nothingness leaves me hollow,
leaves me with the shadows,
with nothing and no one by my side.
And so I plead for a respite;
a respite from me,
from the torment I have inflicted upon myself.
A respite from the regret,
the shame,
and the remorse my heart forces me to endure.
But do I deserve the relief,
when I knowingly crossed all the boundaries I have explicitly engraved.
When I have lost sight of the path to righteousness.
The grey has taken over;
it's the collateral damage of the clash between the black and white.
Without the clearly defined lines,
I'm free to be pulled into the iniquity.
Free to feel and be felt.
Free to crave.
Free to sin.
Free to light a spark that'll burn down my soul.
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Behind Her Eyes: A Collection of Poetry.
PoesiaHere are my words, thoughts, and most importantly, all the feelings I burry. I've finally gathered the courage to share them, and to share a part of me. Here are the thoughts that visit me through the night put into words; of all there is to fee...
