Empty Worlds

A poem I realized I had but never posted. I LIKE IT ALOT. I wrote it in an insanely noisy bar during a Barca/Madrid match in Madrid. How it came out, i dont know. Inner essence being demanded to give a hand.

Life bleeding down

Life beating down

The muttered curse thats never leaving,

In the icy ground

Under earthen mound

A silent tear, forever grieving

My heart is bound,

To you, I've found,

Piece by piece my soul you're theiving.

Those arguments sound,

Like brews I've downed,

From witches lair in cauldron seething.

What goes comes 'round

My thoughts confound,

Broken feelings, barely breathing.

Felonies abound

All honesty drowned,

In empty worlds not even dreaming...