Masked and unscented

The name glowed inside my mind like paper lanterns spread out across a dark blue sky.

The whirling whispers of the wind can be heard against the cold veil of night.

My head is spinning with unanswered questions,

That feeling returns,

The feeling i resent most,

The feeling where salty clear anguish pushes its way out of my dark brown orbs.

Only the harsh kisses of the sun, lapping and licking at my bare skin with its fierce flames will blur my vision,

And cloud my irises with unshed acid,

making them glow and glaze over,

A resemblance of pitch black demise.

My heart is drowning in unanguished emotions,

Heartbreaking,

Like the careful undressing of the moon.

Longer i remain reminiscing over their songs of profanities,

Aiming daggers laced with bitter liquid,

As its scent lingers too long,

He shalln’t forget its bitter kisses and assaults.

Leaving my mouth agape,

My words stumble.

Wishing yet not wishing that the blackish waters of my soul swallow me whole.

Negative thoughts so powerful

I’m almost on my buckled knees.

My eyes brimming with unshed tears of disarray as screams and pleas of help surround me.

Unable to respond,

To those who hold my heart,

As my screams,

the wind shall swallow,

as i turn back and face the beast while it stirs awake within.

Born from depression,

Fed by anger.

My poem,

All dark and gaping jaws of a fury inferno as it pours down my face like an unending rain.

But how does a depressed person write a happy poem?

How does a dejected tongue absorb the saccharine and duliet tang of joviality?

In the shadows of sorrow,

Unfathomed,

The pain of this earth,

My heart shall take no more.

I declare,

I shall stay,

Masked and unscented,

For all that is good and resented.

I hope my pain you consider.

☆~Iamthebonafidescholar~☆