Left Unspoken

Blood in Linen

Preventing the tears to escape these dreadful orbs.

While looking at the darkness, invading the life.

Used to have a bright light, now, bombarded with thorns.

The sweetest smile turns out to be a piercing knife.

Mundane routines, in this messed up environment.

Disappointment, suffocating in icy air.

Consumed by anger and pain, locked up in systems.

Forced to fight repugnance with a sorrowful lair.

Spreading warmth and joy, while swallowing a big lump.

Marked with felicity that doesn't reach the eyes.

Being frazzled by harsh words, yet lips curved upwards.

Trying to conceal a shattered heart, filled with sighs.

Disconcerted feelings, rushing up to those veins.

Same as the red liquid, masked with contemplations.

Preoccupied by thoughts of sins and agony.

Battling a subconscious of hallucinations.

Devastating words, coming from sadistic fiends.

Holding oneself, attempting to propitiate.

A desolated and pale face, finding some hope.

Dreams with blood in linen, stayed inarticulate.