dark and morbid
they say there is no hope
beautiful and talented
yet all you do is mope
unwanted and ignored
you've forgotten how to cope
you feel insignificant
bitterness is your new companion
there's so much pain it's nearly unreal
but you've forgotten how to feel
how do you make it go away?
or is it always here to stay?
May 25, 2014
May 25, 2014 at 1:15 PM UTC
if i were to paint you
i would illustrate a frosty winter day
fierce, cold and grey.
if i were to taste you
i would sip on coffee
harsh, bitter, and black.
if i were to listen you
i would hear cries
deafening, sorrowful, and vivid
if i were to see you
i would see a beautiful barbarian
broken, hurting, and a loving being
Mar 1, 2014
Mar 1, 2014 at 9:47 PM UTC