Dry Ink
My words lacked style, my pen went dry, a haunting of some letters, with a tail, it’s why, echoes still screech, like nails on a board, I’ve fallen off the fence, right onto the sword, the World still revolves, like I never mattered, my name is a joke, broken and battered, my screams have gone silent, my anger ignored, all sound is erased, and so are my words, my fists are all bloody, my nails are all torn, this night is so dark, curse the day I was born, the devil creeps closer, shadows hide so much fear, my mind is so twisted, nothing now is clear, these voices hurt my ears, such high screams, so much pain, their every each word, slices a vein, please make this stop, it’s torturing me, I’ve punished my self, scars plain to see, I have nothing left, nothing at all, Stood at the top, done nothing but fall, through time and through space, and year after year, memories fade, nothing is clear.
Copyright © Lee Steemson | Year Posted 2019
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