THOUGHTS

Venom Ash

One thought brings another
Over thinking like a flood
Thoughts that should have been gone since ever
I myself, can no longer let go.


Open hearts and carved scratches
Tearing selfharm on the floor
Violent cries
In my mind splashing
As my blood is wetting and crawling til the door

Shadowy sparks and empty spaces
Hearing all the calls of hope
Firing my own heart in front of masses
Sympathy is just a common flaw


Empty feelings ,tears are streaming
Joining all the broken parts
Gathering them in the form of something
Wait...it made another thought...