Sentiment

From what tree Do these leaves fall That now lay upon your head? Emblazoned upon Your forlorn brow, The tragedy of a withered crown. From what grove Do these roots spread That now search for richer soils? Reaching up To break the ground And wrap you in its lonely gown. And ever you crawl Deeper within yourself In hopes to quell the pain You've allowed to define you Every thought becomes a seed That grows into a vine of guilt And every day, its grip grows tighter And you've become its slave Yet still you fear The shell you'll become Asking yourself, "Who would I be in its absence?"

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

Dark clouds cross the sky Like bruises to remind us And for every drop of rain they hold Another pain will find us Pools of reflection Laid upon stone Every moment, a ripple The stone crumbles Beneath the weight of pain The pools are revealed To be mirrors of shame Consumed with struggle Forever fighting To be free of yourself To face the stranger In the pool's reflection Your true self revealed Even when the clouds have parted All life turns to gray And yet unlike the bruises Your pain will never fade So you beg death to free you To take away your burden Like a leaf on an autumn wind All to be forgotten

Submitted by BloodShrine — Apr 24, 2025

What have we in common With the rose Which trembleth When a drop of dew Has formed upon it? Only for us remains the memory Of sultry moons and summer rains; And we have found, where petals lie The flowers that bloom mournfully And what of the moon Which beckons ebon tides To stir stone hearts In lonely waves of gray? Do we not hide From the wake of love Do we not quake From the pain of sentiment? What have we in common With the rose Which trembleth When a drop of dew Has formed upon it?

Submitted by Lake of Tears — Apr 24, 2025

Gray stones Hung with ivy Shimmer in The pale moonlight Fading words And forgotten faces Nestled against The heart of the earth In this garden Where nothing grows The soil's turned to mud And all that's left Is dust and ash And the memory of your passing Ruins of life Darkly buried Amidst the fog Of distant memories In dreams of death I see you standing there With arms outstretched But I can never reach you Cold and alone I've climbed The heights of despair To find you But all I found Was the ghost of myself Hide all my pain Deep within restless hours And still you remain Resting amongst the flowers Hide all your pain Deep within restless hours And still you remain Buried amongst the flowers

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Apr 24, 2025