Little Black Box

bunnyluvsskullsandshit

I scream in terror in a little black box,
Chained to a wall,
With nothing but my thoughts,

Your eyes start to flow a river,
The blood of a man's liver,
Opon a great journey,
Beneathe the veil of mercury,

Your torn in two,
The stiches make you blue,
Across the ships of seas,
Your lost in a abundance of disease,

Your cursed opon your virtue,
Crawling from your ties,
Shackled to a force of karma,
With unspeakable cries,

Forever a broken doll,
In those broken dreams,
Your life isn't real,
Real or free,

Unhappiness is everywhere,
But who is happy opon the earth's lair,
Peice by peice you are the one,
Who can't forget your not even done,

Bad luck is the karma,
Mixed messages of delima,
Your haunting fears,
Will become your tears.

 

  • Author: bunnyluvsskullsandshit (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 19th, 2018 14:38
  • Comment from author about the poem: I just wrote it, =)
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 47
  • User favorite of this poem: John Lee.
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Comments3

  • undiscovered_diamond

    Wow! Very thought provoking. Great poem.

  • GON

    Great submission, I hope to see more in the future

  • John Lee

    I love it! Pain makes for good writes, that's the beauty of darkness.. it sparks the brightest lights.



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