Underworld

An emotional battle fought out on paper. Sometimes I bear my soul.

Speak stone words
As they break the glass heart in my chest,
Opening a broken prison of thoughts and urges,
Blackened by the poetry of lies,
Seeping deep into the skin of my soul.
You murmur discreetly your secrets of desire,
Mouthing words of a god
As eternity rains over me
In a storm of dirt and mud
Only to bury me alive,
And the brilliant poet laughs as I waste my breath,
Waiting for it all to end,
Lingering in the grave.
No longer living,
Cast into a world of undeath.
A world that does not turn,
Does not change,
And does not end.

Author's Note

I hope you enjoy it.