Baskadia

Damages

i laugh with people who don't know The damage they create in me Cuts of Infinity and deep Wounded open flesh. Ice cold shattered heart Makes painful art Art of a thousand scattered stars To wounded scars. Dry cold laughter's and smiles Yet wet, bloodshot eyes With an oozing heart Stone cold shriveled conscious. Still standing finding fake peace Trying to take things at ease To silence all my demons And stop talking to these voices in my head.