Its the dirt beneath your eyes

you can't see it
but it's there

spilling filth
into your veins

you can't grasp it

its when the right and the wrong
blur together
and you can feel
yourself slip

you let them
dig their hands inside of you

and sometimes
they leave with more
than what they came for

you can scream

but any part of you that ever cared

is gone now

Reviews

[Art Sun]

intensive...nice work expressing that emotional tie of others...nice....

[Enid Blake]

This certainly has some intensity running through its veins...

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A lot feeling in this ,Some are just mainly blind.wonderful write:)

[Rob Santana]

This is killer!!! I love it!! Deep words you've penned.