The skies are dark
The clouds press down
You can hear the unease
Like an unseen frown
Wind howling from
A distant place
Lashing out at your
Unprotected face-
And you feel the cold
But it comes from inside,
From your very core,
Pushing light aside...
You feel like a brand of
Consumer-friendly paranoia,
But when dusk falls and quiet settles,
It becomes your insomnia
YOU ARE READING
from Hades
PoetryHey guys, i'm posting some amateur poetry, some lean towards dark and gothic but mostly its just how i express my inner turmoil, please let me know what you think =) pretty please comment??
