I feel as if everything inside me has died
Emotions deserted to decay,
mangled horrifically and unrecognizable
Allowing my soul to slip into an endless forest of blue
Massacred mercilessly into a ****** crimson hue
Gifted a brain wired for predetermined spirals
Robbing my blank canvas of a pretty smile
They depicted me as a ghost with milky nothingness
As I saw a million visions, they saw the abyss
Sometimes I wish they would hear the words I speak
But their gaze just
passes right through me
Maybe the fault is mine for being so tragically meek
So the beauty beneath my words
Dances without being seen.
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 2:36 PM UTC
I feel as if everything inside me has died
Emotions deserted to decay,
mangled horrifically and unrecognizable
Allowing my soul to slip into an endless forest of blue
Massacred mercilessly into a ****** crimson hue
Gifted a brain wired for predetermined spirals
Robbing my blank canvas of a pretty smile
They depicted me as a ghost with milky nothingness
As I saw a million visions, they saw the abyss
Sometimes I wish they would hear the words I speak
But their gaze just
passes right through me
Maybe the fault is mine for being so tragically meek
So the beauty beneath my words
Dances without being seen.
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