Poems

The Dirge of InnocenceUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the fractured dawnwhere purity weeps,we stand beneath ominous crimson heavens–spectral guardians of virtue. Each caress a hushed secret.Every gaze a silent plea.I am the embodiment of innocence,the keeper of the forbidden key. Where icy shadows triumphin these wickedly endless corridors,we combat the encroaching abyss,navigating through intricate […]

Tears Fall Silently Tears fall silently, soaked in grain,their silent weeping an endless strain.The wood absorbs every drop of griefas sorrow sneaks past, seeking relief. Each tear a whisper, a darkened floodin hidden chambers soaked in blood.Wooden heartaches beneath the floor’s crust. The scent of anguish, deep and raw,woven in the timber’s silent law,where the

Symphony of StrivingUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the spectral grotto of indolencewhere exertion breathes its last,we labor under the crimson cast–seraphs of industryin a dying world. Every chore a titan’s burden.Each obligation met with dread.I am Diligence,a battlefield where victories are bled. In those moments of tormenting toilwhere sweat paints furrowed brows,we battle for

Symphony of WrathUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the cauldron of malevolencewhere the damned ignite,lie the specters of Wrathspinning an eternal night. Each outcry a symphony of torment.Every blow a wicked verse.We are the embodiment of rage–a cosmic curse. Fists cleave through the air in fury.Bones echo with thunderous cracks.We gorge on their anguishin a

Sugar Rush She said that I’m a sweetheart,as sweet as I can be,but I can’t see that in myselfwithin my own reality. She calls me perfect,all she’ll ever need,but I can’t grasp that notionsince it’s her I need, not me. She claims I have a giftbut I see only words,until one night I spoke truthsI’d

Symphony of KindnessUnder The Floorboards / 7DS In the blackened abysswhere hope lies dormant,we descend–whispers of solace. Each touch a balmfor the weary soul.I embody Kindness,mending hearts made whole. Through conflicts and trialswhen darkness prevails,we ignite the ember of hopethat never fails. Swallowed by sorrowyet we persevere,clinging to hope–a flame that’s ever near. Unspoken gestures,like

South of Heaven I see your eyes in my memories,gazing up at the skies,it’s your face I see.And somewhere I know you see me too,so I search the starsfor a glimpse of you. Though you’re miles away,I feel your touch at the end of the day.My heart knows how far we are apartwhen the sunset

Stay InsaneShe wipes the mud off her face and flashes that quick grin—jeans worn threadbare at the knee, mascara smeared across her chin.Her brows need plucking badly, her nails are dull, her skin is plain,but she talks so fast the whole damn room decides she’s lost her brain. She tried the gothic look once—couldn’t summon

Someday Bleed Waking each morning,there’s an empty place I know,a secret longing reaching for my soul. I don’t know what happenedto the person I used to be.Somewhere in this mazeI lost touch with me.And I bleed. A grand facade,a personal masquerade.Please let me break through,let this reflection fade. Lost in the catacombs,the depths of the

Somewhere into the Night Standing at the edge,I gaze into the void.A valley of nothingness spreads below me.As my hours grow closer,time starts to slow.I feel my body growing cold and numb. What will be leftwhen blood turns to earth,when my memories are lost to decay?My mind floods with echoes of the past,recollections that linger