the dark side of life

The day is about to end
People going back to their nests
And their colour starts to change
Dark red, white and violet
Thousands masks on their face
Hiding their lustful eyes and violence
After a long day as a showcase
They show up their real face
To the innocent alive souls
When the day ends
And doors get closed
The masks are taken off
Everything starts to get dark and darker
Their heart, their words and even motions
Their eyeballs turn dark red
And they start jumping like monsters
Ignoring the wavy screaming and pain
When the night ends
They standup leaving all blood
And innocent fellows with pain
Putting their masks on
Becoming artificial again
Crimping all sins in their bloody hands
Hiding their dark side of life

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Depressed

Scared from everything Hiding behind air Running from everyone Lying like corpse Unconscious about every touch Can't feel any harm At the phase of this life I'm on devil's arms Ignored and swallowed eyes Tired from the world Teary and weak Exhausted and lost Waiting for demons Or poison, to be killed Having empty wish list Away from the love Away from myself Hating my own existence Screaming silently And waking up again from sleepless nights

but, until when?

Crying for hours Wiping the tears Alone in crowded room But, until when? Keeping mouth shut Tired of all rush Yelling for love But, until when? My tears can't heal The pain in my heart And the buried head But, until when? I need to stop But I want to run Loving just a blade or gun But, until when? Scared by separation Moaning your name And mourning on my died body But, Until when?

poem defines me

Poem is something That expresses us That gives us relief And describes us When our heart die It keeps us alive When there is no one It makes us a little fine The poem is a feeling And may be little imaging Science, fiction and dark Or may be it's an art Poem is undefined sometimes And have different meanings For me, it's my best friend And the words, which can define me It changes it's values And shows us what it can be It's hard to define a poem But it defines me

Pleasant Darkness (The Hidden Peace)

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