Nightmare Noise
cut out my tongue,
or ill end up like you,
spitting out acid,
at a love i once knew,
a long dead heart,
will soon be cut out,
and like a small child,
you like to pout,
words will eat us alive,
and I'm kept in silence,
cause with pain comes screaming,
and with screaming comes violence
Copyright © Jezabella Singe | Year Posted 2013
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