Eternity on Paper [COMPLETE]

Fatal Whisper

The sun rises with a limp and falls without a parachute. The sickness is getting worse, and the nurses are asleep.

Broken necks are in fashion and careless mistakes are in season. Three little words removed from the dictionary without a reason.

Hammer on the nail and sickle in the gut. The lush tree hoards its fruit and spares only hand grenades.

Hieroglyphics decorate the inside of a casket filled with crocodile tears. Unsaid words inundate a damaged brain with too many fears.

Solace at a distance, outfitted with a beautiful shade of turmoil. A mutilating embrace with warm spikes.

If the pain stopped, maybe they could have it all. However unlikely, doomed to an endless brawl.

Perish the thought, couldn't be fixed. Get comfortable as it is or find another place.

This feeling will be forever engraved in a rune. Written in a language in origin from the moon.