False

Give yourself a break from time to time. Speak your mind

The black room

Hot eyes

like the dying coals you remember

 

The cave

Sharp sounds

The cries induced

 

That beast I dare not look at

was woken

but still

the chains keep it

 

Those distant eyes of contempt

scrape away your feigned ego!

It will not serve you now

 

this tempest of emotion

the sprout of the seeds you planted by what you did

is evil

and I want no part in it

 

But,

your wrongs pulled it back

it is an ugly sight

 

So I’m cutting the chains this time,

letting the hurricane onto land

I can try fix what it dashes past

but not now

tomorrow

today,

This tempest runs amok

Author's Note

It's been a little since I put up anything, but here's another for you all.

Reviews

[Peyton Light]

Man you have some real talent. Don't stop writing :)