Beyond the Seen


Beyond The Seen

Brows knitted into a frown, a story within
Lonely graves, in it - darkness dwelled
Coffins of pale dead eyes telling a story
A tale of a needle of dead eyes looking for a thread

An ocean of secrets lies within
Deeper the ocean, deeper the secrets
A journey to a never-ending land
Drowning inside her heart
Like a wilted flower, her eyes lifeless
Limp and lifeless, color sipping out
To be replaced with an ashen pale of death

Darkness, loneliness, and struggle devoured,
As hope, feigned innocence fled
Dying into herself, a voiceless object
Pain exuded from her gunmetal tired eyes
Tear-filled and weary

Soft wisps of her grey eyes
Rimmed with darkness
A hollow of madness
A large pool of darkness

Bruised chips of emeralds searching for depths

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