What Your Silence Is Releasing
Reaching out in this darkness. Screaming with silence, my tears pouring with violence from the return to my cries always being with silence. Used for my kindness and condemned for my reaction somehow always being violent. Sick of being quiet and looked down upon for my loss of strength and crying. My soul daily is dying, don't you get that i'm not lying when I tell you i'm trying? I stand desperately fighting to find anything to keep me smiling. Anger within me becoming more frightening as my evil demonic darkness becomes increasingly inviting. Thinking of climaxing while listening to you dying. Realizing i'm closer then ever to letting go of what that fine line has been dividing. So my question now being, is it so uneasy to ****ing open your eyes and finally see me, before i'm totally overtaken by my blood thirsty demon and it begins it's uncontrollable violent feedings?
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