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Revan Thrashin Oct 2014
Deep within my lonely self
I sit in despair
Sorrow takes charge
Serve my soul for its feast

Emptiness gathers
Like witches at the Black Mass
Casting the final curse
Of Solitude

Alone wishing someone would
Save me
Hear me
Feel me

To see if I still exist
Yet no matter how much i yearn
No one hears my plea
I am left alone
Something I wrote a year ago after the betrayal of my dearest friends.
Revan Thrashin Oct 2014
She is the wedge driven between them
She is the hollow distance within them
She is the force that drives them apart
She is a great sea that divides them

She is the thorn in their sides
She is the bullet that bursts through their flesh
She is the stake driven into their hearts
She is the salt in each of their wounds

She is the disease that rots them away
She is the deep ocean that drowns them both
She is the poison that brings agonizing death
She is the flame that devours them both

Out of the torment, what is seen?
One friend stands beside her
In love happy and healthy
As one can be

A scorched friendship
In flames of betrayal,
Another one I wrote a year ago. Tell me what you think.
Revan Thrashin Oct 2014
It's become a part of me
Always near but never seen
Born from torment
Raised on agony

Devoured my innocence
Taken my soul
The demon now has control
A new misanthropic mindset

Countless days destruction reigned
Clashing thoughts and actions
Like swords on a battlefield

I've become a puppet
No longer able to act on my own
Pulling my strings I bend to its will
Dance to his tune

Aged and tattered
It has no use for me
I look around and see nothing
Only fading memories of happiness

The smile once upon my face
Washed away by tears of sorrow
A puppet today
A puppet tomorrow
My first poem written a year ago.

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