The crimson water on the floor Which warms you up as it leaks from you The ground leaching it from every pore You lay there with people around, you never knew
The crime of trying yourself The fear of finding your Abel's Seth The crime of living the way you liked Was it all punishable only by death
To those who feel distant from even those they call their own To those who feel uncomfortable in the places of comfort To those for whom crevices in the wall feel like a palace of their own Does this extroverted society still make you feel like dirt
The oceans and the tears are often portrayed similar Both look good but their depths are fearsome The unknown still sends a chill down the spine The darkness galore and the beds have seen the whole sum
Don't worry cry all that you want everyone is there for you Just don't show your tears and don't tell them how you feel Breakdown before them and tell them the reason that they want to hear Isn't that how you are supposed to heal @the_thought_of_a_no_one#poetry @_vishhhhal__
In the darkness of the stormy night, Shine your beacon, Be my light! Subdue this spirit. Light up the right way. Soothe this pain. Love this soul, Bring me back to life, From the raging ocean foaming to consume souls Where the blinding light, of corrupt minds eye illuminates their way. Where conflicts of life accrues like the raging force of the ocean tides... Bring me to the ocean, Into the cool blue depth of your stillness. I long to create the tabernacle of my being, To soothe my mind from this splintered state...