My hypnotic storm,
You remind me of sleepless nights
When heavens down pour sang me lullabies
And thunderstorms subdued my cries
And both the windows and my pillow case-
Became victims of tears, covered in stains
When the lighting and razor sharp blades,
Touched my throbbing veins,
Ruined paths and on my arm created jails
When the world and I, each got a souvenir of the last night
I'm imprisoned to myself,
Bound to the past with chains
Scenes get replayed in nightmares
I can't get past, I won't dare
Hell is broken loose, the devil is inside
I can't look at me, I'm terrified
Please don't come close,
You will stink of slaughter and sorrow,
It's better if I'm left, it's better if I'm alone
I'm afraid you'll fall in the cracks and crevices,
Watch my waveless ocean and seas
Subjected to my deserted battlefield
Witness the trenches I hold,
I'm scared you will fall,
See my blood spilt scarlet snow,
I'm afraid you'll know.
~I, reminiscing my gore
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Poetry"Is happiness really a myth". A collection of the most cherished pieces of my soul: my poems. The things I wrote when I loved, when I hated, when I raged, when I dared and when from reality, I escaped. My poems are a way for me to get away from the...
