Poetry

No face

written by: Blaqwynter

The violent winds of rage,

begin to tell the tale..

Wanting out of this flesh cage

My soul I try to sell..

In the deepest core,

of agony, I am dead.

Silence, sells out more

of things you cannot mend..

Reaping what I have sown,
The guilt, and grief,

The things you dont know..

Yearning for relief

Stuck into this curse,

that we all call life

Always been the first,

to be stabbed with knives..

swallow all my days

Bring on the night,

to wash it all away

Then all will be right

Rise the pits of sorrow

Bring on the pain

Kill me for tomorrow

Gone so insane

Without a cure

Theres no way out

Changing mirrors

Theres no way out