In a distressing hole
I'm falling farther with
scars of pain.
Every day gets harder
and harder to hold onto.
Together we suffer
with demise and cold
emotions, long lasting
torture at hand digging
itself deeper into the skin.
The tears have
fallen with such
despair, not even
a sunny day can block
out the gray clouds that
cover this fear.
Recognition waving
its face at me scold
my every move till the
day i die in torturous pain.
My blood runs cold at
the sounds of funeral
bells and the organ playing
its tearful notes.
Can you smell
the death
that bring tears
to the eyes?
Can you see the words
that fill out all the lies?
The sense of desecration,
Keeps me in this corner while
I kneel down facing the ground
at the blood that drips with distress losing all past memories with a dying mess.
I want to kill this
silence that tortures
me so, I want to get
rid of this depression
and leave this forsaken planet.
Black and white is in the
eyes of a child that never
had a life and sleeps.
Nightmares haunt
its every thought.
Now only the tears of
lost joy can be found
in the heart of black soul.
Softly the sound of the
reaper can be heard with
its scythe in one hand and a corpse in the other strangling its every breath till it wakes in its
final death.
