• _chayanika 15w

    Tormented, tortured deep inside.
    A mind in turmoil peace tries to find.
    Blood from the heart drips as tears that blind.
    Suffocating on the lies the soul been fed.
    He drifts in desolation, his sanity hanging by a thread.
    Bruised, defeated and icy cold.
    Still his head held high he does hold.
    A smile fixed upon his face.
    Within the depths of eyes sorrow lays.
    Hidden, cloaked and sheltered deep inside.
    The tears will fall but never from the eyes.
    ©oeuvre_by_chayanika