Living in a prison
In a cage made for weakened
Because that's what I am
A weak, a fool
In a cage full of monsters
Just one person can battle
Me, no one but me
The thing is, I have no strength
How can I be strong when I have no energy to make even tears?
I can't even endure my soul
Cos it hurts, cos it burns
How would I get away if I haven't one?
Maybe the key is that
Maybe having no soul is what makes us strong
Diferente, Flawless, Invincible, Immortal
My skin can't bear the days past scars
But the scars are deeper than themselves
Soul scars
My voice can no longer scream
But the ghosts of the past do the work for me
Just even if I could shut their mouths!
Astraea's Thoughts
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Then, Now and Forever - Just Some Random Poetry
PoetryWho never got themselves wondering about their own story? In this first volume of "Then, Now and Forever" (currently sitting still on my docs because I will rewrite and better it in English), I reunited all the poems I wrote while writing Then. Here...
