Empathy

Poet, writer, spitting lies

Pull down roses on their eyes

Beauty, blood, afraid to sleep

While dragging thorns that cut skin deep

 

Serpent, snake, drawing in

The ignorant that live in sin

You lie and say that they are fine

While to their hearts they build their shrine

 

Liar, prophet spreading evil

Spewing words from your upheaval

Tell them that they're always right

While most will not outlast the night

 

You do not know how they feel

Your envisioned passions are not real

You pull a mask upon your face

To cover up your own disgrace

Mandy23's picture

Wow your poetry is very well written

this really makes you think..

Seraphim's picture

Thank you, I had hoped that

Thank you, I had hoped that it would

 

~Seraphim


Post Tenebras Spero Lucem

allets's picture

Nice Rant Write

U tell 'em! - allets - :D



Lady A

Seraphim's picture

I can; thank you.   ~Seraphim

I can; thank you.

 

~Seraphim


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