To a heart torn, for it i write
this foolish toil of hand and mind,
a part of sorrow and of spite,
another still for words so kind

from a soul screams a distant voice,
simple lies and chaotic sounds,
of words half-meant, of painful noise,
seething prometheus unbound

with a mind in its proper state,
wanting more than what is given,
a slight smudge on its sorry gait,
its words are gratitude driven

my mind may scream, my heart can beat,
my soul can burn its crimson steam,
yet ne’er shall any claim the seat,
in the heart that lit a world so dim

forgive me, i just love you


About kyogakura
Bored 95% of the time.

One Response to Silence

  1. guerdon says:

    one word: sublime! đŸ™‚

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