I write again;
Writing, my blues,
Writing, my bleeding heart;
Writing, my bleeding faith.
I once was like everyone else,
A believer, an optimist;
Then, it hit me, it consumed me:
The truths and the reality.
Now I rot, my mind staring, blank;
My visions, shrouded with darkness.
My everything, painted pitch-black,
My humaneness, destroyed.
Apr 17, 2016
Apr 17, 2016 at 12:32 AM UTC
I write again;
Writing, my blues,
Writing, my bleeding heart;
Writing, my bleeding faith.
I once was like everyone else,
A believer, an optimist;
Then, it hit me, it consumed me:
The truths and the reality.
Now I rot, my mind staring, blank;
My visions, shrouded with darkness.
My everything, painted pitch-black,
My humaneness, destroyed.
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