faceless woman

i am the massive existence of nothing
the lesser of two
i am the unused blank canvas
scribbled upon in multifaceted hues
the image of vividly painful scenes
to grueling for you to view

i am the shadow of voids
a black soul roaming around
i am the silence of night
to quiet to be found
sucking in all of societies sounds

i am a fragment of dust
swept to the side of this land
silently hiding in shame
with filth covering my poetic hands
weeping as words smudge across spaces
painting out images that i can not understand

i am a shattered muse
crying out colored ink on a pure stage
over spilling broken letters on a page
bound by tormenting lyrical versus
confined to a vast mental cage

i am the insanity of this sphere
all knotted inside one mere being

i am a faceless human
not even worth seeing

i shutter in cold seas of emptiness
searching for tangible features of me
thrown out into this dark land
an anonymous piece of work is all ill be

sifting through wreckage
sorting through internal waste
pasting on sections of trash
in hopes of creating an identifiable face

i have been raped of everything within
cut deeply across my core
as i stand before you severed and bleeding
i pray that you will remember me no more

my name is not b***h, hoe, or even w***e

i am unintelligent to a genius's brain
an insignificant person titled mundane
penciled in by a psychiatrists as insane
yet from pure evil my soul chooses to abstain

i am the taste of life
slicing my impression from this hemisphere
i am the sin of wretched wickedness
smothering this polluted atmosphere
drowning in my malevolent reflection
crushing the image in mirrors
section by little section
devastating this universe with my fatal infection

i am the bitter countenance of rejection

lost in skies that no longer exist
i am the definition of love that slipped by missed

my expressions lay vacant and bare
ruined emotions are out of order 
no longer feeling what was never there

i am a daughter of a persistent woman
a child of a faulty man
i am three sixty of thought
leading my memory back to where i once began


fighting...

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Reviews

[Astrid]

Very powerful yet lovely

I especially fancy this stanza:

"i am the shadow of voids
a black soul roaming around
i am the silence of night
to quiet to be found
sucking in all of societies sounds"