Sparkling snow flake
17 years ago
Its called through the eyes of a stranger it is a dark poem
please tell me what u think and if i can improve it any way....
Looming through the streets of death
each way you go offers a dead end.
Darkness wallows in the midst.
Tears of blood streaming down the
eyes of ones mind as they thumb through
the pages of their memories..
Hands that were once held tight
now torn apart like a picture
ripped in half.
Loneliness haunts
screams are not heard
tears are not seen
cut wrists are left to bleed
Eyes that were once warm and blue
now turned cold and Grey.
hearts that were clean and pure now
rotting away.
Hope has faded as one loses them self
in this nightmare of reality.
buried in the graves of their pessimistic thoughts
they seek to see light yet all is black
Once was familiar now odd
once was happy now sorrow
once was innocent now guilty
once was known and now...
their own stranger
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