Silhouette of Angry Souls

Break your neck to gawk at me

But by all means do not touch

I'm a silhouette of angry souls

Which doesn't amount to much

 

There may be some truth, be true

But you only see your desires

Blink your eyes and turn your head

An evil by me turns and tires

 

Banshees lay silent at my cries

Yet no one seems to hear

Be still through the night, my heart

Tortured memories I must endear

 

These are my words and I will write

Til' death come claims me at best

I've done my part to spread true

Now this ballad I lay at rest

Author's Note

Hope you enjoy, one of my newer ones

Reviews

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wow this is so poetic, so well written. I enjoyed this, full of emotions. very well written.