The Forbidden Voice


I don't know how to control
This deep dark soul
Wish I could help myself 
But this can't be done by oneself
I've lost many
Although, I hope not to lose any
It's a different path each time
Yet, leads to committing the same crime
Time is slipping out of my hand 
Like the hot beachy sand

I don't know what to do 
Please just throw me a clue 
With this heavy heavy heart
Thrown around and ripped apart
A heart that was once crowned
Now lies shattered on the ground
No one notices a broken heart 
But is always ready for a sweet tart

Time stands still 
With a long listed bill
He stands there with a drill 
And my heart falls ill
What a great skill 
To know how to kill
I should've taken a pill 
To die and lay still 
With that lies a will
For the body to finally chill 

- Shezlin H.

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