The world of black
darkness
Avalanche
I cannot talk
The Untold I
The untold
Sneaks through the rift
Piercing my bones
Some days, sleeping stagnant
And undetermined
Like a windless river
Inside the crevice of my heart
But today
It rages, frenzied like a bull
The untold
Pounds against the locked doors of my soul
Biting its daggers into my pulse
Buried and untold
Piled and packed tight
The routine smile
While the untold cries
And hides
In desolate corners
And forbidden places
Plagued by the essence
Of being ashamed
So muted and untold
Is how
I Remain
Spyder
My soul is mine again
Tonight my pain is as deep as the ocean
My sorrow is painted in dark alleyways
My eyes are in dreary disbelief
For my soul is mine again
You have returned it
In many pieces
All over this room
That feels like a endless field
Where I see no end and I yearn for reason
Reasons that will never be mine
They belong to you
You made your choices
And now I make mine too
But first…
I will lay in this field
Gazing at the white world
Fumbling for my heart that got away
Being the darkness, painting my pain
Throughout the alleyways.