Guilt free meal

I cry on the inside;
I shame myself on the inside.
But you wouldn’t notice ,
Wouldn’t notice that hidden deep down
my echoing laughter guilt hides,
Changing form to a sharp sharp blade.

I will laugh heartily;I will spread joy.
But you wouldn’t notice,
Wouldn’t notice the blade , blackening my black heart.
I pump black blood, I hear it roar;
Inside of me, screaming of guilt;
Slowly spreading the black inside me.

I will laugh heartily;I will spread joy.
But you wouldn’t notice ,
Wouldn’t notice the hungry beast, guilt ,
Eating me up from the inside;
That foodie bastard.
His silver cutlery , cuts through this burnt meat.
Oh,guilt having a guilt free meal.

I will laugh heartily;I will spread joy.
But you wouldn’t notice ,
Wouldn’t notice how much everything hurts.
How shallow he has made me.
How black my blood is.
How black i have become.

Unviewable this sea of tears,
Unrepairable those mistakes,
Unavoidable this black.
But oh, i will laugh heartily, I will spread joy.

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Talking about black, here are a few thoughts about the colour ! Check it out!

https://songoftheforlorn.wordpress.com/2015/09/18/black/

 

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