How fun would it be
To watch the blood
Drip from the cracks in an armour too heavy to bear
A burden, not protection
Weighed down with guilt-laced chains and shame,
A silent sickness
The familiar urge
Too strong to fight
Rip and tear and bend and break
Walk out with a smile that masks the lies
And hide the warning signs.
Up and down
Round and round the thoughts spiral
A thunderstorm of harsh words
Daggers turned inward
Spindly spiders tread carefully from his fingertips
Unsure if even they are right
Black is safer than red
Better at being worse
He knows where to draw the lines.
It's been a long time since he felt like this.
DU LIEST GERADE
The Dark And Day
PoesieDuality exists in every aspect of our lives. Light and dark, good and bad, pain and pleasure. Our souls are bared through our words, our own duality revealed. || Poetry Anthology || || Awards || 2nd Place in Poetry - Pawsome Awards 2022 © Ethan Embe...
