Tuesday, July 12, 2016

Ahh, I found old poems.

Midnight

Filled with snores and invisible dream bubbles
The world and the sky froze pitch black
But amid the quiescence of the midnight
Is the rebellion enraging inside the girl
The thumps like rams breaching their way through the walls
The cries like screams of fallen men
Odd as they are but nobody sees
The chaos inside her, it pleas to be free
As tears well up
All alone they traveled the contour of her face
All because of love's deception

But what he merely loves
Is to use her
Is to make her rot from inside
Is to trap her in his cage

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