ȿilent Қiller

ȿilent Қiller

my very own killer
i keep it in a box
i make sure it's hidden
i make sure it's locked

my very own secret
pretend it's not there
living a pretense of
 trying not to care

my very own demon
kept in my heart's attic
living a lie and
pretending life's static

my very own assassin
i call him "guilt"
he sticks around when
i don't think others will

my very own pet
i give him my tears
all the while acting like
he doesn't inflict fears

my very own death
a temporary filler
let it overtake my heart
the very silent killer 

The End

69 comments about this poem Feed