Such silent tears they issue forth
Reflecting naught but fear,
A fear of misunderstanding,
Of love and hope, each tear
Falling as a quiet one
When breath doth come no more,
When blood no longer colours
Youth’s bloom as was before.
Amid the torturous babble
Confusion distinguishes light,
The sounds that move about me
Are the deeper sounds of night.
And pressed down against the soil
These words sever though my heart,
Words of misunderstanding
Disfiguring the beauty that thou art.
Like blades of molten fury
You name it haunts me still
Moaning through the darkened walls
Cries madness, wild and shrill.
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Submission Name: Disfigured
