Storm's

a whirlwind of thoughts with grim intentions 

yet sealed with stealth, 

with boiling blood infected with multiple 

poisons tearing down my health. 

heart stabbing memories of a corrupted 

past with permanent stains, 

dreams and hopes lie in shadows as my 

tears fall like rain. 

my whisper echos as I cast out pleas 

for my soul to transcend, 

for the only ones who have never left me 

are the demon's I call friend's. 

as I look in the mirror are fragments my ref

reflection vacnt and hollow, 

in my lifetime of rejection I'm drowning 

in an abyss of the pain I swallow. 

I bear scars deep enough to write novels

most could not understand, 

though with beauty somehow I survive

barely above life's quicksand. 

as a maddening storm brews creating 

devastation within an internal war, 

helplessly inhale anything to fill up the 

parts broken and tore. 

lies and betrayal  that leaving me cold, 

brittle, vacant within, 

as I glide on through existance longing 

for my final end. 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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