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Emotions can tear you to shreds.

Lies dig deep into an already soulless soul. Beneath the trenches of an already deepened hole. Feet not first as I try to catch my balance. Not a peep in the sound waves of life lost in complete silence. Truthful violence taking notice on the heart of a thousand wounds. whispers of agony like a terrible tune. I thought it was silence if so how could this be whispers. Do I dare say Im no longer sane upon these wimpers. Gazing in the light brighter than the full moon. Is this life ending too soon? Lies that built longer than the Great Wall. Act as dominos and begin to fall. The Heart hanging by a thread as it repulsively bled. Leaving these lies far more deeper than the dead..

Author's Note

Comments & Reviews would really be appreciated Thanks (:

Reviews

[Who Cares]

The first line I notice an oxymoron, "soulless soul". You also use similies nicely, "like a terrible tune", "brighter than the full moon". I personally love the last two lines, they make the poem, very enjoyable. I love it, Few grammatical errors here and there, not a big deal though. Emotions are rather complicated things, they always tend to get in the way of an objective. I would love to see you write and extremely dark piece. something like this but more depressing. You would do a great job. Sorry random suggestions and such. Never the less great poem, and those last two lines are still just playing in my head wonderful.

[Po3tByH3art]

thank you! An actually i have written alot of depressive pieces but dark i should try :)