Every single day,
I try to **** and ****
The loneliness and pain,
So much that I stand
Upon the piled up corpses
Of the daily sufferings
That I have murdered.
They have stretched
Into an endless ocean
Of rotting bodies;
Bodies that I do not
Even recognize anymore;
The waves of faces
That I have forgotten,
And the waves of faces
That have forgotten me.
I would always see
The murky reflection of memories
That can never be found anymore,
Lost in the ripple
Of my silenced screams within.
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC
Every single day,
I try to **** and ****
The loneliness and pain,
So much that I stand
Upon the piled up corpses
Of the daily sufferings
That I have murdered.
They have stretched
Into an endless ocean
Of rotting bodies;
Bodies that I do not
Even recognize anymore;
The waves of faces
That I have forgotten,
And the waves of faces
That have forgotten me.
I would always see
The murky reflection of memories
That can never be found anymore,
Lost in the ripple
Of my silenced screams within.
