Evil isn't always a scream and a rage; sometimes it quietly grows in indifference, in petty grievances, in unspoken words. It hides behind masks of piety and rationality, penetrating the deepest recesses of the soul. These poems are an attempt to confront this dark side of human nature, neither excusing it nor demonizing it, but rather exploring its roots and manifestations in the modern world. There are no definitive answers here, only questions and echoes of pain, fear, and despair that are, unfortunately, familiar to everyone.
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Shadow on the wall
A shadow glides slowly across the empty apartment, like a memory of days gone by. It grows, becoming ever more sinful, and quietly whispers of future fears. It reflects someone's evil desires, and the omissions that tormented the mind. It is like an echo of long-ago partings, like a sentence pronounced by illness.
Cold wind
A cold wind howls in the heart, tearing away the leaves of faith and warmth. It mercilessly leafs through the past, and sows only enmity in the present. It carries with it the scent of separation, and the whisper of pain that never subsides. It is the harbinger of grief, bitter and painful, that slowly thickens in the souls of the weak. It promises storm and misfortune, and an emptiness that cannot be filled. It is the symbol of evil, its bottomless power, and the impossibility of changing anything.
Empty mask
She wears a mask, her gaze empty and strange, hiding cold and deception behind it. Her smile is false, her gesture unnatural, and in her heart there's only a frozen ocean. She's accustomed to the role of a hypocrite, to a game where feelings are just empty props. She fears sincere faith, and the truth she's long forgotten. She lives captivated by her illusions, building castles of sand and lies. She knows neither joy nor sadness, only echoes of pain in the silence of her soul. And one day the mask will fall, revealing a bottomless, empty darkness. And the world will see what's rotting inside, and that hope is no longer within.
Rusty nail
A rusty nail in a board, like a memory of the past, like a symbol of pain that won't let go. It's rusted by time, by evil, and slowly opens a wound in the heart. It holds together what was long broken, and doesn't let one forget the past. It's a reminder of the wounded, of those who betrayed, and of those who live in dreams.
Broken Wings
Broken wings, staring into space, Dreams shattered, hopes extinguished. She fell like a star from above, And in her heart only a maw settled. She tried to fly, but her strength failed her, And the wind angrily tore her feathers. She screamed, but no one heard her, And in this world there was no faith in her. She lies in the dust, forgotten by all, And waits for her end to come. She is a symbol of a broken system, And like souls that have lost their crown.
Mirror of cracks
In the mirror of cracks is a reflection of fear, distorted, like in a nightmare. In it you see pain, and bitterness, and retribution, and all the mistakes left outside. It holds secrets and deceptions, and quietly whispers of days to come. It is a symbol of a spiritual wound, and a reminder of evil things. It shows the true face, without masks, without embellishment, and without deception. It is a sentence, an eternal brand, and a premonition of a coming flaw. And if you peer into its depths, you can see your dark essence. And realize that evil lives in each of us, and that from it we have nowhere to run, nowhere to sleep.
Ashes of hope
The ashes of hope are scattered to the wind, leaving only fragments of days gone by. In her soul, there is only emptiness, and pain, and meters of meaningless, unspoken phrases. She tried to make plans, to believe, but everything collapsed like a house of cards. She is left alone, in a gray world, and in her heart - only a cold, bitter lump. She seeks solace in silence, but there only echoes haunt her. She yearns for the past spring, and for the love that will never come again. And one day she will stop waiting, and accept her fate as destiny. And in the ashes of hope she will begin to breathe, and in the emptiness she will find her path.
Stone gaze
A stony gaze, frozen in emptiness, expresses neither love nor pain. It has seen too much evil in this world, and only captivity has settled in its heart. It fears neither rain nor wind, nor storm, nor thunderstorm, nor darkness. It is like a rock that has stood the test of time, and has not succumbed to the evil features of fate. It observes human passions, their deceptions, their sins. It is like a witness to an eternal drama, and a guardian with secret words. And if you meet this gaze in a crowd, then remember that it has seen everything in the world. And that in its depths lives melancholy, And that it knows the value of truth and flattery.
The creaking of floorboards
The creaking of floorboards in an old house, Like the whisper of ghosts from the darkness. It reminds us of the past, Of those who have passed, and of whom we are. It hears the groans and sobs, And the sighs of those who suffered. It is like a witness to suffering, And a guardian of sorrow.
The Forgotten Garden
A forgotten garden, overgrown with weeds, Like a symbol of a soul that has lost its light. There are no flowers, only thorny marks, And in the heart - only a cold, bitter trace. It waits for someone to cleanse it, For life and love to return. But time passes, and the garden rots more and more, And only pain and blood dwell in it. It remembers the time when it was beautiful, When roses and jasmine bloomed there. But all this has passed, and the garden has become dangerous, And only one evil spirit dwells in it. And if you enter this garden one day, Then remember that it is full of traps and evil. And that you will have to fight for your life, And that you will have to pay in full.
Shadow of Doubt
A shadow of doubt has settled in my heart, Like poison ivy, it has entwined itself. It whispers softly that everything has changed, And that hope is no longer in sight. It feeds on fears and weakness, And grows like a weed in the darkness. It is like a sentence, like inevitability, And a premonition of impending disaster. It poisons thoughts and desires, And deprives you of joy and inspiration. It is a symbol of spiritual flaw, And the cause of all your doubts. And if you allow it to take hold, Then you will lose yourself forever. And in the shadow of doubt you will wander, And never find the path to the light.
Empty well
An empty well, its bottom in darkness, Like a symbol of a soul that has dried up completely. There is no water in it, only dust and emptiness, And in the heart – only cold, bitter captivity. It waits for someone to fill it, For a life-giving spring to gurgle within. But time passes, and the well empties, And only pain and cries dwell within. It remembers the times when it was full, When people quenched their thirst in it. But all this has passed, and the well has become abandoned, And only evil whims dwell within it. And if you look into this well, Then remember that it is full of despair and evil. And that you will have to fight for your life, And that you will have to pay in full.
Torn thread
A torn thread, a broken pattern, Like a symbol of fate broken in an instant. It has no beginning, no end, And in the heart - only a cold, bitter cry. It reached for happiness and love, But broke, without reaching its goal. It is a reminder of pain, And a premonition of the coming shallows. It holds within itself shards of hope, And whispers of promises that never came true. It is a symbol of missed opportunity, And the cause of all your grievances. And if you try to tie it, You will only deepen your pain. And in the torn thread you will suffer, And you will find no peace, no role.
Black Maria
A black raven circles over the field, a symbol of death and sorrow. It foretells grief and evil, and in the heart are only cold distances. It sits on a broken tree and observes human fate. It is a witness to an eternal drama, and a keeper of an evil secret.
Broken compass
A broken compass, a lost path, Like a symbol of a soul that has lost its way. It has no direction, no meaning, And in the heart – only cold worries. It spins chaotically, meaninglessly, And cannot point the right way. It is a reminder of futility, And a premonition of coming turbulence. It holds within itself the fragments of dreams, And the whispers of hopes that never came true. It is a symbol of lost moments, And the cause of all your grievances. And if you try to fix it, You will only worsen your misfortune. And in a broken compass you will wander, And you will not find the way to the light, you will not find shelter.