Echoes from the tongue of poison warped their way inside the flimsy walls, moulding the memories of the screams and words that tasted O so bitter.
The words that hurt more than sticks and stones wrestled and fought until
slithering inside the serpent of all hearts.Words seep into the veins, twisting the golden rays of the soul into the ink of guilt and shame.
Like the smashing of a wine glass, the quaking of an earthquake rumbles the core of your being, bringing down the rain of endless drops of fluttering pain.
Down,
Down,
Down
—to the sea of broken wings.
And you look into the eyes of the mirror and see the shattering desires of perfection, to be the monarch of expectations, the supreme ruler to please and serve, to be the chair worthy of love.
Will the air of flames swallow you up when you forget to breathe?
When the walls are the harbinger of hostile anger, feasting on the culprit of tears.To be a nightingale—
crowned with the endless night of melancholy and happy disguise.- Angry Walls
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the words I kept
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