Three Souls Merge Into One
Mental Health Poetry 13
1)
Kill the truth in Nothingness. It is as it should be.
Nothing is as it seems. Only the fleas that jump knee to knee.
There were a steaming Pile of Lies.
Gross amounts of claws and jaws from the heaping hell of lost purpose.
There's nothingness in not trying.
Do as you will.
For I am not crying.
…Anymore.
2)
My attempts to be myself, resulted in contempt of one's self.
When I feel free to be me.
In the dark shades of limbo,
The light and dark co-exist and trip in the distance.
The Bimbo and the Bookworm.
This soul is ready to inhabit a new vessel.
Or is it the other way around?
3)
The distance between the length to the truth.
Unreliant to the behemoths of nothingness.
Purgatory exists within one's mind.
Lie to no one except the hate machine.
About the Creator
FRANK? Piccolella
I enact many a dad tax on my six yearold twin girls. I am a writer and visual artist. Trying to work harder on the business side now to. Horror is my life. When it isn't I read, write, and Arithmetic. Comics and music shall suffice as well.
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