Corruption in the system
The system of our home
Look through the glass
Of an open window
To only release your alone
On the outside you lay
On the inside is the rest
How could you be the only one
On the ground lays
The pieces from a broken home
Barely alive and your blood runs low
You'll speak out
But whose there to hear
Whose there to help
Whose there to miss you
You're all alone in thie place called home
Scratches on your wrists
Tears in your eyes
The only warmth you had
Droplets running cold
Looking through the glass
Had enough of being tempted
break through the otherside
to only find that this place
Is now your end
Already stained
With your pasts mistakes
You've made another
That your body just can't take
Somehow this place with all those faces
You'd never forget
has made you invulnerable
to the real concept
Thought I'd check one of your works out since I promised to do so about one hundred years ago! lol! back in 1907! What a shame! this piece has been viewed fifty some times and has only gotten one comment. Seems if they were energetic enough to read it they would have found the time to comment. Imagine if everyone that viewed a piece commented on it, this place would thrive to a great degree, but anyway I like this piece. Continue to write and improve upon your art.
Submission Name: Home
