Walls of Wonder

Walls determine character, because those that have something to hide will leave it behind walls. The secret that hides goes deep internal... but is trapped...screaming...mourning...trying to escape. Her tears constantly seep...and seep...and seep down her cheek, as shes demanding to grasp for air. She's drowning...obliterating from her own tears... drenching from her own soul...from her own mind, as it wonders...wonders off at night...If maybe...just maybe his mind examines such beauty. But as she arises, hoping she shall encounter delicacy one day, she questions from the deep pain that strikes her brain...Is she in pain? Is she pain? WHY SO MUCH DARN PAIN?! Such beauty...such a curse that was built from a gift. Keep vaulting... Keep vaulting, as she tells herself when she's reaching for such victory. She glances down and sees them... the criminals...the ones who have killed... the ones who have stabbed her in the back. They such vile men as they walk the roads as cowards. Performers are what they should become... convincing the world their good...that the passion engulfing their hearts is love...but no! no! their far from love. They question "what is such a word?" Love...love...so complicating... but such allure follows. The wall has punctured...as the voices of wonder cast out...but yet she still wonders...of the world love.