Though I know that no one's listening,
I still cry my lungs out.
In the hope that someone might find me out,
My silent screams fill the air,
The spirits all gather around,
And I lay on the floor waiting to be found.
The world around me spinning,
The Devil of death grinning,
I know I will be leaving soon.
My faith is now bleeding,
I forgot what I was seeking
So deep down, I'm sinking,
Drowning In My Own Thoughts.
YOU ARE READING
For I Was God.
PoetryPoems that put emotions to words, painting a vivid and disturbing picture of the human psyche down the path to insanity. At times terrifying, at times profound, and at times brilliant.
