Morbidpoetry Stories

original poetry; ♥

Poetry I've written that don't have a name for what emotion they portray. A book that shows that nothing needs a name, like these poems and their mixed emotions.

This poem? It's a reflection of what you can't understand. Every tear, every sigh, it's all a game, a mask, a lie that only a monster wears. You think it's sorrow? It's not.

Every tear he shed was pathetic him.

Funerals are madness.