So I Heard You Found Somebody Else…

The One Who Lurks – JSE Poem

The one who lurks behind your eyes;

Who lingers when your tears run dry;

An anguished heart so full of sorrow,

and no one there to hear you cry.

He pulls upon your heartstrings taut,

to fish for memories your mind forgot;

His laughter scratches at your brain

As you turn to whiskey to drown your thoughts.

And when the dim-lit room runs red;

And your heart is filled with dread,

As the one who lurks behind your eyes

Stands where your children rest their heads.

You’ve nothing waiting in this life,

And so you’ve chosen sacrifice;

To watch your little ones run free,

As you remain imprisoned inside your mind.

Now your mouth moves all on its own;

The thoughts, you find, aren’t ones you hold;

As dead eyes stare unblinking straight ahead;

Taunting all who watch their screens at home.

The one who lurks behind his eyes,

Has no one there to hear him cry;

His anguished heart still full of sorrow,

And no reprieve to satisfy.

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Glad to hear you’ve joined the literature club, Mark. Here, I wrote you a poem. :)

Who’s going to save the house on the hill?

Is it the man with the broken Will?

Is it the woman with all seeing eyes?

Or is it the man who burns in his lies?

Who’s going to save the souls of the dead?

Is it the voices that live in his head?

Maybe the whispering ghosts of the past

who have captured the sinful saint’s soul at last.

Who’s going to remember the dark, empty halls?

Perhaps the man who started it all

Perhaps the one who gave him a gun

And told him to shoot, and told him to run.

After all the disease, with each person changed

And all of history gone, rearranged…

Who’s going to remember Damien’s fall?

No one will remember.

No one at all.

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@markiplier

My heart is broken now..

Anti ran away… @therealjacksepticeye