I've seen it all,
The dirtiest of all,
Secrets may drop,
But you don't fall.Close your eyes to see,
Stop breathing to breathe,
Not a sound, not a thought,
No beating of the heart
It is staring at your mercilessly,
Yet you though you're in control of it
It never was.
But you do believe in your power.Struggling to move onward
It would not merely be a pebble
But all the burden you'd survived through.
They don't know about it,
Nor it is your preference to reveal the scar.
Let it bleed again,
Rendering yourself hopeless.
Into a state of disfigured personality.
Corrupted, they called you.
Something that was never about to be uplifted.
A creature, not a man.
They called you that.Sinking down into the bottomless depth,
Darkness was all around you.
Not a light, not a beam,
Nothing to lead your way back home.
YOU ARE READING
Riot
Short StoryA combination of messy thoughts based on some song titles, or just imagination.