Rough walls and deafening silence
Cold floor and imaginary friends
Afflictions and perpetual sadness
In this quiet room, they transgress.
Centipedes hanging from the ceiling
Goosebumps and ill feeling
Wounds, scars and bruises
In this creepy room, they repress.
Dim lights and suffocating space
Window glass with strangled face
Tiny vessels of tears and fear
In this strange room, they interfere.
As I open the door to the outside world,
Fake smiles and painted eyes concurred.
Just saying..
Your writings are beautiful, and breathtaking. I hope you continue once again. The passion I can taste it with a burning scalding on the back of my tongue. Don't let your talent die. Resurrect it. I cannot wait to see what you have to offer after four years.
Your amazing.
Just saying..
=^.^=
"We are, Each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another." -Luciano De Crescenzo