Rough walls and deafening silence,
Cold floors and imaginary friends;
Afflictions and perpetual sadness,
In this quiet room, they transgress.
Centipedes hanging from the ceiling,
Goosebumps and an ill feeling;
Wounds, scars, and bruises,
In this creepy room, they repress.
Dim lights and suffocating space,
Window glass with a 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