your words are distant
your screams are trapped
the thoughts are consistant
your pale lips chapped
from constant persistance
you shed wet tears
that stain your cheeks
the frightening fears
that appear when you sleep
they sting your ears,
the whispers from over the years
they cannot see what you hide
but deep down you want them to see
the cause of your silent cries,
for your demons to be free;
free of the pain and dreadful lies.
happiness is the winning prize
Mar 29, 2013
Mar 29, 2013 at 9:48 AM UTC
your words are distant
your screams are trapped
the thoughts are consistant
your pale lips chapped
from constant persistance
you shed wet tears
that stain your cheeks
the frightening fears
that appear when you sleep
they sting your ears,
the whispers from over the years
they cannot see what you hide
but deep down you want them to see
the cause of your silent cries,
for your demons to be free;
free of the pain and dreadful lies.
happiness is the winning prize
This one's an oldie. I'll be posting some of my older works.
