Painted black

The screeching, screaming, and grinding of my universe 

comes to an abrupt halt inside your eyes...

The hate, dread, and malice of your truth,

are drowned out by all of my lies. 

For if I am you and you are me,

than there is one thing for which I am sure...

We are two whole halves of nothing,

so together we equal nothing more. 

A hole that transcends space and time 

opens up inside my chest. 

It pulls you in and tears you apart...

and then spits you out among the rest. 

The rest of my regrets create a mountain,

that shames the Everest name.

Each and everyone a little different...

but they all still look the same. 

They are all painted black now,

and they no longer shine.

The uniformity helps to assure me,

that they are still mine. 

The screeching, screaming, and grinding of my universe,

finally starts back up again...

polluting and putting out far more,

than what it is taking in.

My ears a deafened by the noise,

my sight obstructed by the smoke...

the feeling dulled by the vibrations,

and I am far to gone to cope...

but for once I am thankful,

that I am to blind to seek...

the dark and twisted trail,

that leads to my mountains peak.  

 

Reviews

[MerylDivya]

this is excellelent love the last two lines. make you really think.

[Ian Gilmour]

Emotions are wild and the fact that they dictate so much is a subtle reminder that we're human. There is so much emotion in this poem and the imagery matches well with the tone. Well done.

[Cory Barrett]

A whole mess of earth moving emotions, surmounting to an outcome that is cataclysmic.

[Justin]

that was really good, it was a great story :)

[Jake Donald Stephens]

Sounds like every relationship I've ever been in. Seriously.