"undernearth" poems
A sadistic outlook
I hide my fallacies and avarice in a sock drawer,
neatly placed next to my pill bottles
In the closet closest, I store the prospect of future casualties
Shuffled neatly undernearth media propaganda and the war in Uganda
I suffocate the tragedy of unknown victims in my display of malice
Muffled as they’re whimpering
Sociopathic symphony
Dec 28, 2012
Dec 28, 2012 at 8:50 AM UTC
River of salt
Flowing endlessly
Down a rocky shore
To an endless black
The heart clenches
Pain sets in
For the moment
It relieves the pain
For when the river
Stops it’s flow
The pain revives
Only this time stronger
Stronger and stronger
The pain does grow
Until unbearable
The source lie still
Unbroken pain
Chest tightening
The loss of a love
The torture of mistakes
Hidden away in pasts vault
Lost to us as passage of time
Memories vanish
But the pain remains
The feelings we once had
The pain we once felt
Rushes to us
Like an endless stream
Losing our way
We focus on this
Torturing ourselves
In order to feel
Rip the heart out
Cast it aside
Nothing works
Cause the feelings don’t hide
Yanking and gnawing
Ripping out your soul
Pain pain pain
Is all that’s left behind
Silence feels safest
Until the thoughts arise
The gentle voices calling
From which they can not die
Anger and frustration
Easy to mask the pain
Hiding behind a twisted smile
Or a demented sense of humour
Yet deep inside
One thing holds true
That slowly but surely
They are rotting inside
Aug 26, 2018
Aug 26, 2018 at 2:24 PM UTC