Pour l'amore de ma vie

Untited part 3

What an honor it will be when i can write to you all day
Staring out the window counting the days away
Not only does time seem longer, it also seems treacherous
Lazily moving at the speed of her own cord
Will you hit me
Take my pain from these dirty walls, aren't they filthy
Neglected and tainted, haunted by the memories of the things that scarred them
Eagerly waiting for anyone to come again and clean them up
Hopelessly scratching themselves till they peel their own flesh
Keep up with my words and savor thy health
And if walls can talk, the earth will howl
Breathing out calls of agony
The wreckage her own inhabitants have given back to her is the reason for her health
Sickly and sadly she hallows out from the dirt
Rattling and scorching whatever she can reach her hand out to grab
When will we finally all get release
When will we be cleaned loved and repaired
Will we have to be gone to find appreciation from the ones we've given our last to,
Will we have to take what we've given in hopes of them finally retreating
They've savored our last breaths in the midnight hour
Indulging their fresh on the reciprocity of evil'
Shaky hands they hold out, and skeletons walk back
But its not only for those to see when the light comes near thee
When you hear my voice what do you hear?
A sad girl crying or a woman waging war in fear
Okay . I'm done. Hopefully your around for the next one

Word count : 262
Pour l'amore de ma vie