A/N: Another darker poem. Warning angst, abuse, somewhat graphic imagery.
Voices cry in echoed spaces
Whimpers fade back into night
Agony in a thousand faces
With red on black and black on white.
Forgotten in a tear filled hollow
Souls weep on till life is spent
With only blood and tears to show
What kind of life can they present?
Scars on skin that words won't fill
And shards of bone from broken blow
Yet these clear signs appear not, still.
Screams of pain and sobs of sorrow
Contained within an unmarked frame
What's not today may be tomorrow
Yet stuck here still with all the same.
Till slowly fall back in that space
Where none can see and none can find
Hide away what you can't face
And fade away into your mind