Poems from far2lost
My conscience begs me to wear these masks of salvation.
My body cannot enter the bright world without a disguise.
I am frightened of the...
When you hear me speak,
please remember that my heart is the ventriloquist.
I am merely its enslaved puppet.
I found a picture in my home today.
I couldn't understand why it was there.
I stared at it trying to make sense of its existence.
It was...
Silence.
It now fills the empty space in my chest
where my heart used to be.
Now, just Silence.
And when I felt the quiet peacefulness of death rush over me,
I was finally happy to be alive.