And the saddest thing is that,
Here I'm stuck, Standing strong in my shadow, And don't have a thing to say,
Here I'm comfortable knowing,
I'll never truely know the one that stained the heart in a single breath.
Another round here we go my heart still at the bottom of the ocean,
And still just as tormentive, and I claim to be tormented.
The smiles, stain hearts unique,
Tormented memory.
It's memory.
I've always had been hidden,
Shudders in the dark,
Thyself I found slain for a girl I couldn't even recognize,
Disappearing in sand like her,
The damp tears and cold sweats having woke me up,
From dreams truely twisted.
Knowing I'd have to kill myself,
To ever find her.
- Joshua Banks JJAJ
YOU ARE READING
When Sanity is Lost
PoetryAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
