flumptydoodle

The Cruelty of Existence.

Crying every night
Turning as pale as moonlight
Without a soul to care
For what is right.

Intentional numbness
Throughout my whole body
Fighting is hopeless
For everybody.

A poem, so bloody
Stained with the words of a broken soul
Terminology uncovered if you study
Between the lines of a tattered scroll.

Curse the world in which I exist
Tormented by those who enjoy psychologically 
Abusing and throwing a person who cannot resist
And not even bothering to mutter an apology.


Comments1

  • Syd

    I enjoyed this piece very much frumptydoodle.

    - Syd



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