Left alone with my mental sin
Tormented by the devil within
Cracking under the excruciatingly loud silence
The storm inside growing evermore violent
A storm by which the likes of Jupiter has never seen
A storm that shifts realities and warps dreams
Shifted dreams into nightmares and strife
Nightmares and strife into real life
Left alone in the middle of the dark
I take the time to rip my heart out
An act that should be full of pain and dread
But I can’t feel the sting of Death for I am already dead
An empty container full of lies and lust
Once my heart was out, it turned to dust
Now I’m hollow with a hole in my chest
I await tomorrow’s Hell as I get some rest
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Author:
DeathInGrey (
Offline) - Published: September 20th, 2016 09:59
- Category: Sad
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Comments3
I don't know about you but I have flashbacks to horrible things I have done in the past, things that are beyond redemption. I've also done an incredible amount of good. I've chosen a different path now and life is easier and I am not beating myself up every day. Thanks for sharing.
No thank you for sharing with me. I'm not sure if I've actually accepted anything I've done or my past but I know I've been trying to move forward lately.
Flashbacks enter my mind often. Great write
Thank you
Welcome
I think you did a perfect job in expressing your point. I wish, though, that you did not have to experience such pain to create such a poignant piece.
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