Betrayal Knows My Name

We are truly in thee last days of our life time

you won't take this to the grave...

It's seeps through the floors and walls...

We saw you delay gods plans..

And all your sacrifices…

For all the pain you caused...

You thought you won…

With blood on your hands…

For all the innocence lost..

For the unborn and mothers to be…

And the needless sacrifices..

Judgement is upon you..

No peace, no mercy…

There will be no rest for the wicked.

This is where angels play hide and seek.

So if you go down to woods today

My idols are dead and my enemies are still in power

And took the very last stardust from my eyes

Look and realize the truth from the lies

The scars that remain lie on the inside

Pierced and tattered this poor heart of mine

I guess I was made to feel your pain

A byproduct of your hate

A worthless mutt and nothing more

To be forced to live a life that’s not yours

You reap what you sow but still it ain’t your own

This is all I’ve ever known

To know your worth is yours to keep

My body shaking,trembling,

Terrified afraid and scared

The blood of my soul cried

And bleed the very day I died

I guess you have to die a few times

Before you can really start to live

If I told you

About the darkness inside me

Turned inward and faced me

Still looked at me like the Sun

Would you still see me shine

For I Am Not A Sheep𖣘

Where secrets sway, a power struggle goes array

Like night and day

Constant eyes with their watchful gaze

Manipulation’s subtle craze

Wrong hands weave a wicked dance

While they play Intricate games

A darkened romance

Don’t be fooled by their deceit,

Stupid games, their sly conceit

A cautionary warning

Of constant surveillance’s sting

In the midst of light only truth will prevail

Resist the lure of power’s game.

In a world where truth may sting,

Not my fault, the echoes bring

Unyielding truths, a towering wall,

Bothersome truths, they stand tall,

Yet you’d rather choose to hate, not recall.

Cast by spite's cruel gate,

Unwarranted hate, a venomous weight

No reason found, no justification for this state

While bitterness thrives and hate prevailed

Art Credits to @eduard_ov 🖤

This poem reflects a world where confronting uncomfortable truths can be challenging, despite the echoes of bothersome truths standing tall, people tend to choose hatred over acknowledging and remembering these truths. It highlights the human tendency to avoid difficult realities, opting for denial or animosity instead.

Deep in the darkest shadows, where minds entwine

And darkness thrives

A sinister meeting, where evil connives

Sick and lost within, truly haunting

With mind too deranged to rationalize

Where hatred is reigned high and crowned off false pride

Unfazed by hell’s fiery embrace, a twisted grace

Truly mentally deranged in mysterious ways

They revel in malice, in realms where they can see

Through twisted paths, they wander aimlessly

Psychotic whispers comes from their demons

Where cruel and cunning thoughts unfold

Take heed as a cautionary tale and all that lies beneath

Of hearts consumed by relentless hunger and grief

Even the tormented find a tale to tell, where the souls swell

Even the wicked may confront their own hell

In shadows deep, where torment resides,

A soul endured endlessly, amidst cruel lies.

Betrayed by trust and love, by malice led,

Yet stands unbroken, undeterred.

Through trials dark, the most purest spirit tested,

By those who sought to leave it bested.

But in the silence of the night,

Resides a strength that takes its flight.

No forgiveness sought or given,

No mercy will be granted upon them

For wounds so deep, by utter hatred driven

Sleep finds solace in peace where pain lies,

In knowing worth can't be unbound .

The last chapter in this book will forever be foretold

When the echoes fade and it will remain cast away

In solitude, a choice is made.

The souls of the wicked and dammed

Will finally be brought to they’re knees

For a journey forward, free from strife,

Only those who cherish truest life.

Art credits to oyouun from illustrators.RU 🌸

In shadows cast from memories past,

The ghost of us, a lingering contrast.

Whispers echo of what used to be,

Haunting me in quiet reverie

Fading echoes of laughter’s embrace,

Glimpses of love in a distant space.

Yet, in the silence where echoes roam,

The ghost of us finds its eternal home.

A spectral dance of what once was,

Through time’s passage, a bittersweet buzz

Haunted by the fragments we set free,

The ghost of us, a wistful decree

The ghost of who we used to be still haunts me 𓁹𓁹

That I wasn’t beautiful anymore,

For my flesh was weakened and tattered,

Unworthy of being loved

As once radiant,

I’ve become now a distant lore,

The gleam of beauty no longer mattered.

Time had etched its tale into my skin,

With each scar and bruise

The pain remains the same

A story untold

A life lived through thick and thin,

Sorrow and never ending betrayal

In a soul, with a body growing old

For within this fragile frame,

Lies a spirit bold and bright,

A heart that loves the same,

And eyes that still see light.

So though my flesh may be torn,

And my exterior shows wear,

I’m beautiful and reborn