Beneath The Grave (A Poetry Collection)

A book of poetry. If you read any of my poems read Poem 5 (The Beauty Of A Tear). Sneak peaks below:

"Beneath the grave,
No trace of sincerity,
The price is severity,
Pain of betrayal, blood up the wall
Wail of the wronged, a hunger for all,
Agony, screams, a whispers, a plea,
Come back, come back, my heart of stone,
Come back, come back, shallow bones."

"I look in the mirror, tear in my eye,
I know my whole life is a lie,
Pallid skin littered with scars,
I knew I could never forget my past,
Should I give up, just one strike,
Welcome the eternal night,
I knew it was not worth the fight,
Yet still I hunted for the light,
Am I worthless because of them,
What they where, pitiful men,
Pitiful women, pitiful smiles,
Pitiful people and a broken child,
Hurt and afraid, beat and betrayed,
A lost cause, an empty face,
Of her life, not a trace,
Because she will not be afraid,
So she dropped the knife and ran away,
And then I woke up from my dream,
Back to the feeling of the blade,"