Untitled 1 - Poem by Ryan ...
Everything i see.
Haunting me with questions.
Burns to ashes, falls away now.
Inside of lies buried in me, why?
No answer exists, no answer exists.
Will I find the smile hidden inside.
Is it hidden inside these weathering skies.
Drowning out my screams.
I burn behind these walls.
The bearer of a gift.
F**ck your gift
It does not exist.
But lies do.
Their burning through your skin.
Growing inside a tradegy.
(never seem to go away)
Face that wont surrender.
Black the mirrors of this place.
Filled with lies buried inside me, why?
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