Across my reflection, I casted a shadow on my own.
Half was meant for a growing memory , half for the pain that tells my story.
A love that broke me into pieces, or a dream-shattering of empty glasses.
Desires left unattended, emotions that I choose to pretend with.
Lies for every truth, truth that every lies loathed.
Fake smiles to a poker face, laughter that is more of scream and whimpers.
I spoke of wisdom, underneath my demon is also my chaos.
Endless and unsettling, an agony that follows me everywhere.
With doubts and regrets, I bleed with every step that I make.
(Poetry, Dark, Gothic, Literature, Self-reflection, Love, Chaos)
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