[So, I don't remember when I wrote this but it was definitely a couple years ago, and the part I put below the dash line is kinda.. something.. Sounds deep or something-]
Silver sorrow fills the air,
Spilling out it's fog.
Mist will float and dampen your hair,
And trip you on a log.
Shallow sorrow pours out on the ground,
Making a glistening, waterfall sound
Dripping like tears,
Up to your knees,
If you disappear
You're the coward who flees.
Solid sorrow stacks up like rocks,
Towering 10 feet 'bove your head.
Stuck together with chains and locks,
Lower to see that you're dead.
Take comfort in knowing you're unsafe at your home;
Don't lock your doors, don't feel alone.
People can come in all of the time,
Then leave you lying in gore too shown.
Let it be feared, let it be known.
Let it confuse you as you bleed and you groan.
Let it annoy and deprive and erase,
Leaving you dead with no single red trace.
Strangling sorrow sweeps the floor,
Dangling from the ceiling as ropes have before.
Streamers, stalactites flow from the skies,
Leading the way till the day it all dies.
Sorrow in sizes and sorrow is clean.
Slight shining sorrow to quiver, they sheen.
Now it's all over and all has all died;
Ready the surface for Earth's final lie.
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- Leading up to when the illusion of life is peeled off like paint off an old wall; when all is made clear and the lie of sorrowful life is untold, swallowed back into the mouth of God. -
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PoezieRandom crappy poetry I made which is mostly depressing. All of it's mine. Plus the cover art. I got a perspective book for Christmas (even though I specifically said I didn't want anything but whatever) so I made a mirrored hallway. I put brackets o...
