The Empty Truth Of A Shattered Mind

Copyright, Nightporter

the tortured soul that noone sees
hidden beneath my porcelain shell.
empty eyes and impure thoughts,
tell stories from my unkept mind.
enchanted by deep red beauty,
echoing from my pale existance.
this never ending isolation burns
does anyone feel my intense screams?
this distinct addiction that plagues my body.
will my corpse be accepted among the dead,
or am i destened to forever…
walk alone?


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