Doesn'T Love Know That I'M Dying Inside
Much time has passed since I last inked a page,
unlinked the chain caging my blemished heart.
Bleeding sorrow art upon this stage of limbo still,
I clutch the air to feel, yet I feel surreal in it all
as she eludes the days beyond my tears that fall.
Behind this door, disguised, not one person knows
the decay that flows through my withering soul.
As a broken hull would swiftly sink a ship,
waters of solitary time drain my lips.
Splits these veins of love,
her pain raw…
with each rise of sun, she conquers me more.
This deafening voice has silenced me with doubt
as violent bouts of crazed loneliness creep,
plundering into my life it seeps.
Spitting out swallowed words of stars and moons,
beyond the cloud and the sun that swoon the day
I lay alone...
my heart shivering between lungs that breathe life,
like a cold knife pressed against my shriveling skin.
Doesn't love know that I am dying inside,
that I hide defeat with fake acts keeping me away
from pity and pray in a faith I practice none.
Yet, I am the one brought down to my knees
curled as a fetus praying through tears,
washing my face with bitter taste…
That awful place!
Doesn't love know that im dying inside?
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