Written Tragedies of truth
Written Tragedies
Speak words that are softer than sorrows
And yet is known by everyone
Telling of the pleasures, the hopes, the joys
That never existed in the first place
But something profound appears
A wisp of tears and lies
Cloud our senses from the truth
Binding us to the very tragedies we read
Pulling us into a horrible twist
Of nitemare and disease
These tragedies
Only create one constant sense
The sense of fear
Lives unfold and crushed
Beneath the bold marked words
Grab a torch
Burn the books
Throw them into the fire
Destroy them now
Into Condemnation
Written Tragedies were never meant to be read or spoken
Only Known
So the suffering may one day die
Through means of revelation
Rescuing the pursued heart
Filling it with peace
For it’s new pen
To write books of Fairytales and Hopes
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I like this one more than the last one.
That's because it's extremely personal.... it shows the desperation and tiresome emotions that weight me down only to fuse it, take it and mold it, into "Something Greater"....
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An Angel says hello as I say Good bye, hoping nothing may be sighed.