Bloody are the Hands
By Shawn Younker
Rabid are the teeth
tearing at my brain
Ragged are my thoughts
blustery and insane
Strange are the notions
that corrode my soul
Empty are the dreams
that once made me whole.
Constant are the screams
that shatter a mind
Many are the demons
that bide their time
Slow is the death
that defines a life
Bloody are the hands
that seek out the knife
The Sound
By Shawn Younker
The sound of a mind snapping
can deafen
and echo
for generations.
The sound of insanity
reverberates
and reminds me
of a quiet room
for decades.
The sound of emptiness
pounds like a war drum
to a song of madness
day
after
day.
1 Comment
Lainna
November 15, 2021 at 7:35 pmHi, i dont know who can read this but this is alainna uh ur daughter lmao, ur pretty public on google homie, i hope your doing well:)