Lonesome,
are the sounds,
from the drops of blood
that drip from my heart.
Anger,
Is the pain
that invokes every part.
My tears are to put out
the burning feeling,
but I cry no tears
I've cried many years
this pain I have to adhere
as I just let it burn.
The ashes remain
as a war of stain
In this world I still remain
Standing Alone...
Let it rain
so I can feel
the drops of water
and make believe It's love,
The kind from above.
What does love feel like?
I wish I knew.
A feeling I long to know.
The one no one showed,
I will not,
I will never
All has been said,
There's no love to give.
Look for me
Floating down the river...
The River Of Dead.
About the Creator
devil racer
Writing poetry for 20 + yrs. My work is very dark, I have my own views and express them insanely deep with my poetry.
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