Endless abyss of unspoken words (Poetry)
Poem 17 - Beautiful pain

[PART1]

It's beautiful, but it'll rip your soul in half,

Before you get a grip on your sanity,

You'll fall to a bottomless pit of captivity,

It'll tear up all your beliefs; you'll be left will only grief

And I wish I hadn't sunk so deep,

Can't help but feel disbelief,

I got myself out of this hole you dug for me,

Now I finally feel whole,

Maybe you ripped my soul in half, but you won't destroy me whole,

I was such a fool, but I'm no more,

Won't fall in your black hole again,

This campaign you pulled me through,

I escaped, and now I'm loose,

You better not try anything to fool me,

Perhaps you let me make my own noose, it's over now

[PART2]

It's beautiful, but it'll rip your soul in half,

Before you get a grip on your sanity,

You'll fall to a bottomless pit of captivity,

It seems that you got everybody else fooled,

They'll all end up in the water you boil,

Don't throw more oil or you'll get burned,

The flames of rage in me returned.

I was such a fool, but I'm no more,

Won't fall in your black hole again,

This campaign you pulled me through,

I escaped, and now I'm loose,

You better not try anything to fool me,

Perhaps you let me make my own noose, it's over now.

[PART 3]:

You're so rotten inside, yet there's no justice,

It's only fire and ice; your foolishness will destroy you,

It's only you're hurting and

It's beautiful, but it'll rip your soul in half,

Before you get a grip on your sanity,

You'll fall to a bottomless pit of captivity,

Your creativity is slowly crumbling apart,

The flames are burning,

And there, in the morning.

You'll be no more

Because unjustness is none.