Silence
Tormenting as it stands. And no matter how hard one tries to avoid it, it just doesn't leave—doesn't budge. It stays still, weighing over your shoulders as it did on mine. The silence which once stood as an inexplicable beauty in front of me, now called out to the ugliest of my secrets, my mistakes and my judgments.
It was just me and the space around. And the tormenting silence, haunting me. It mocked me. The beauty I took my solace into had me on my knees, as if keeping me hostage.
She was gone. And so was her shadow.
And all that was left behind was therefore. . .Silence
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The Demon's Diary
De TodoShe played with the pen in her hands, She stole the skeletons from her closet And buried them Deep into the depth of this paper. . . Her monsters, The demons which ones raged inside the chambers of her heart.
