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Aug 2017
Dissolveable.
This emptiness that washes over me like acid rain.
Ash in water.
Trim the mass like lambs to the slaughter.
Traitors in my mind paint my eyes blind. All I see is deceit.
My true nature. To escape this danger.
When nothing haunts me.
I am numb.
Empty, as vacant as the shell of my former self.
What am I, when I'm so sudden to disappear. Running from myself to escape an absurd fear.
Fooled by a fallen angel, whom I never sought out. Cowering in the light of morality, savouring these thoughts of doubt.
ceasing to exsist here, Waiting to get out.
A rose, by another name.
I am not the same.
Bloomed in agony, blossomed in dispear. Putrid is my nature. Dissolveable is my fear.
Dreary land of cries and shadows. I will lay here, on your floor. Consuming pain for evermore.
Stíofáinín
Written by
Stíofáinín  35/F/Ireland
(35/F/Ireland)   
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     Pagan Paul and David Noonan
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