Voyeur of the World

Voyeur of the World

A Poem by Faith

Why am I so important to you?

Is there not another more worthy of your time?

Why do you want me - I am nothing!

A broken heart and a twisted mind




My wings are broken now

Limp mutations incapable of flight

A wraith bathed in beauty

A testament to pain and plight




My heart is a factory

Manufacturing hopes and dreams

But the workers are on strike

And there is no one to operate the machines




The paintings are memories

A gallery of forbidden art

Each row a procession of damaged perfection

Frayed, bleeding, falling apart




The shell is a facade

But you will never see what lies beneath

Cleverly concealed in a pretty package

But Beauty is really the Beast




My soul has a lineage


A walker, a child of the night

Drunk on shadows

I am find the soul's ultimate delight




Treading the paper-thin threshold

Dividing the stable and the insane

I weave spells with moonlight

And compose tales of the arcane




Damned, hated, and exiled

I am broken, hopeless, and unfurled

And in my cage, I will remain

I am a voyeur of the world

© 2014 Faith

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You speak my language. I love the imagry.

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Thank you very much. :)

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Added on February 3, 2013
Last Updated on January 5, 2014
Tags: darkness, depression, sadness, giving up, gothic



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