first attempt at a goth poem

screw rhyming and lines and structures and rules


beneath this layer of soft golden skin
lies a heart
that's been stolen and bruised
the once vibrant shade of rose is now
a charcoal grey with tiny specks of pink
those drowning specks look for each other
there's not much time left
they stretch their arms out toward one another
trying to spread any color left over
to try and save this dying heart
and while the demons of the heart fight with the few but hopeful specks

these twinkling eyes carry a deep deep dark secret
that is being drowned by the callouses of the heart
and every time the mind plays the repressing games
the heart shrinks even tighter and smaller

don't let these eyes fool you
they're screaming for your attention
for you to understand and to listen to the stories of a broken heart
desperate for love
dying for peace

this is my dying heart
this is my war
this is the blood in me screaming for liberty

and no one can set me free
except for myself:

the single most important ingredient to healing the soul

all it takes is a cup of forgiveness