My Holocaust

If My Eyes Could Speak, They'd Be Screaming. Forever Falling Upon Deaf Ears.

This Midnight Air Holds Heavy Winds

And Through Its Howls And Through Its Whims

I Hear Your Voice Again

My Only Friend, This Voice Within

Will Slowly Rip Away My Skin

And In This Dream - I'm Quarantined

By These Four Walls of Sin

Limb By Limb Im Ripped Apart

They're Closing In - My Bleeding Heart

Will Still Distort

My Breath Gets Short

My Blood Runs Thin on Life Support

And Every Stick Thats Built This Fort

Is Making Me So Hollow

 

Welcome To My Holocaust

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Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

This is a strong poem with aggressive emotions. Your emotions and thoughts are clearly stated.

[An owl on the moon]

What a powerfully graphic imagery you create, with a feel of a surreal dream mingled with the deepest pain of life. Amazing write!

[Gheeneil]

We all have our own hell and we are constantly fighting against it. I believe that this piece talks about such battle.