The Truth Behind Words [Dark Poems ONLY]

Never

The sky's grey, reflecting my mood.
The shadows on the ground follow my every move.
Now I'm just walking in the streets, with my head low and my feet apart.
In the noise, I hear my mind.
It's telling me my hopes are in despair.
My heart is thumping (but it's bare).
The skin on my arms are burning,
and my legs are running,
but I don't know where I'm turning.
It's the very thought deep in my mind...
However, words lead me to my past;
I need to escape before it's too late.

I need to find my inner self;
I need to find my comfort zone;
I need to find my promised land;
I need to find what I love;
I need to find myself...

Each time I dream it, the image falls in strain. The mind becomes caged.
In the isolation, in the dark;
in the shadows of the unloved;
in the cave hidden from the eye.

Maybe I made a mistake or two,
but I don't think I deserve this throw of the sword; it hurts too much and now I can't breathe.
The words they change...
They bleach into my mind.
They destroy my connection to the world —

But really what is the world?

The blood rushes down;
it streams down.
It clogs up and then it explodes.
The pain erupts and then it hardens;
so it's hovering in the space of my brain.
Drumming faster than acid rain.
It spills the emotions of the human thoughts.

Of course that's what they thought...

That's what they think of me.
Not you.
But me.

We're too different.

We can never be the same.
We can never be in love.
We can never be together.
We can never think the same.
We can never be a team.

My heart melts like butter,
but no one ever dare asks if I'm better.
They throw their darts,
They shoot their guns,
They tighten up my neck,
They burn me till I'm cinder,
They throw me in the sand,
And do this not for love...
but for their own hated sake.

If you love me, I will hurt you.
If you hug me, I won't feel the comfort.
If you laugh, I won't smile.
If you run, I will walk.
If you smile, I will frown.

Because you and I were never meant to be.
We're just distance dreams.
So now we have to travel in our time, in the rockets of reality;
in the silence of the space.

We are just not meant to be.