Devoured by insanity,
I gently weep through these
memories that have burned me
down, a thousand times.
Tears silently lost from recoiled
battles. All my dreams permanetly
stained in blood. Dead roses for my
lips, I smile in fear to the fading light.
Voices cloud my head,
insulting me and breaking me apart.
Starvation for the silver with the edge
to shatter this bottled pain. I desire your
touch, yet your nowhere to be found.
This feeling of emptiness,
has grown to be my only happiness.
Wasted strength to cover these scars,
I yearn for rest.
Slowly, Slowly, Slowly,
I whisper cradled in desperation's
cold touch. Waiting for the rain,
my only salvation to end this winter
my six month coffin.
This place I call home,
with broken smiles.
The asylum, I've learn is all
I have to call home.
Author notes
"My reign, is unheard, yet is similar to those others who cry. One day, we can learn there's something outside these walls together."
Sincerely,
D.Wolf
Honest Opinions
Comments
-
Great poem! I don't have any critisism sorry. aye, if I was crazy would you love me?
-
stunning piece seem like you have the need to touch base back into reality awesome read thank you for sharing your words Hugs Angel♥
-
i really like this poem.keep writing. u have talent(:
-
I like this poem a lot
Adding your comment:
