Finally decided to add another poem to the domain,i noticed people visit it more than they visit the innersanctum,
This poem was made when i was in a critical mind state,i was feeling depressed and empty when i welded it together,Any feedback you can offer is greatly appreciated.
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Pain..,
All i ever feel is pain
all those cheerful times i feigned
All those fake memories i gained
To all those anticipating faces I'm chained
of all life and joy i am destained
My wasted youth,my denied growth
I lived my life by the rules
The rules of nothing but my own foolish oaths
I no longer feel anything for myself
the agony of people around me,
i feel like a lone book left on an endless shelf
Tears i shed for others are true,
Tears i shed for myself i cannot even brew
What i long for is someone new
someone who can rinse that filthy heart of mine clean
someone who i would happily dedicate my life to
Does such a person even exist?
"yes" the shallow voices in my head insist
Hope is a seducing emotion,one cannot simply throw away
Hope puts your broken pieces back together
Only so you would break into a million other
Hope is why countless people perish every sunrise and dusk
Hope is the innocent component of the death-chain
"now i am become death,the destroyer of worlds"
Such words were spoken in nothing other than vain
Life's a needle endlessly spiraling towards nothingness
what has been done,cannot be undone.
And what is gone,shall forever be so.
