broken illusions

A Poem by empty glances

i�ve sung this nightmare before except this time i�m not writing, i�m screaming.

my window shows a
world of killing hate
lies and
nothingness.
it’s not a world
i
want to be
part of
so i
stay in here
all alone with my
thoughts fears
feelings and
achings.
life is the
long miserable
drama we’re all
subjected to
before we’re
allowed to die.
i’ve sung this
nightmare
before except
this time i’m not
writing i’m
screaming but
no number of
words could
ever
make
this
right.
the sky is
raining anguished
questions washing all of
yesterday's answers
down the gutters of
my mind and if
the truth is
out there could it
be it’s
something i’m not
meant to
find?
the mirror shows
someone i
haven’t met yet;
i scream at her to
come out from hiding
but
she just screams
back, saying
too many names have
left you nameless too
many flaws have
left you worthless and too
many masks have left
you too afraid of
who you
know you
are to
see this
reflection without
distorting it.
the clock is
ticking saying i’m
running out of
time,
but my
dreams have turned
sour my hope has been
shattered my soul has been
tainted and i don't
know where to go or
what to do.
somewhere along this
twisting pot-holed road i
shed whatever
identity i
ever had;
now my chest has
swallowed my heart
so deep i can no
longer hear it
beating notes of
emptiness
as i bleed my
imperfections and
vomit my broken illusions.