When the veil of lies drifts away
When truth is all that is left to say
Will you too judge me on my past?
Or be the ray of hope that is cast
Cast in my life, to lift the curse
But I must be prepared for you to say, "the fault is of none, none but hers"
When I lift that piece of cloth that refrains you from the real me
The marks on my skin and the scars you will see
But you won't witness the reasons behind that cut
Because the pain of it all, is now dried like the blood
The knife became my drug
And my mind became it's addict
And even though some of my heart knew it was wrong,
"Just one last time" was all it took to convince it
So now tell me, my love
Tell me what you think
Don't feel that by saying one wrong word
The knife will be in me in a blink
Because now I have learnt the ways of this world
That no one cares, if you're alive or dead
And neither shall I, till my last breath.
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Unworthy Silences
PoetryThere are some feelings which can't be expressed. Some feelings, that can't be addressed. The unknown melancholy, the untimely ecstasy. The heartbreak of a song, Or a love that went wrong. These feelings have no rooting source, no refined cause. But...
