Whisper

Whisper
Dry ink bleeds your name
A crimsoned burned page
Angst

My shame devours us
Blinding all in its path
Echo
Call out, no response
The truth unfolds
Two forks in the road
Which do I take?
“Back, Nowhere, This Way, That Way”
Easy judgment now as always
I am left to decided
Don’t fight rest your soul for now
Tomorrow brings another day
Full of battles and sorrow
Whisper
Dry ink bleeds your name
A crimsoned burned page
Angst
My shame devours us
Blinding all in its path
Echo
Call out
No response is necessary.

By brokenrose

A shallow hall A wound of pain Live inside this fucked up game Bury me inside my head In this coffin I am dead A broken rose lies on my grave Tattered and torn For my body is gone My eyes are bleeding Once more my spirit is decieving Someone to make the same mistakes To fuck up their life I always wondered… Why I even tried if I knew that things would end up this way A broken rose…upon my grave Upon my grave you spit and tear People point and stare, they all laugh now that im gone Suicide was the best thing brought on These scars are left in my memory Ill slit your throat Keep doing this shit to me A rose a broken rose upon my grave Massacre a broken rose upon, my grave My poetry obivously because of my age I am not able to devolpe my talents fully but I some day hope to