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.

Posted 7 Years Ago


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Faith

7 Years Ago

Thank you very much. :)

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Added on February 3, 2013
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Tags: darkness, depression, sadness, giving up, gothic

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I am the one that no one sees… Sitting at the corner table of the café. I find safety in shadows, in hiding from the world. Here… In the dark… No one can hurt me. Sometimes.. more..

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