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I stand sturdy next to the velvet walls
My teakwood clashed with soft grey in a brawl
Slammed against the hall to enter bejeweled rooms
Silver rains shall never touch my gloom
Is it my fault, I wonder, for the cracks I bear?
Am I to blame for the screams I am forced to hear?
A rusted handle of gold stuck to my rough edges
A ground for bloody bruises and broken pledges
I do not want to store all these vile secrets
My former self had to simply hear the crickets
Is it my fault, I wonder, for stumbling upon their quiet words?
Am I to blame for the actions of deception they stirred?
A knock of different shades every midnight
Cracked ice shards thawed at sight
Muffled voices under flaming chandeliers
Hoping it breaks their bones, silencing their cheers
And every one of these instances is my fault
I am to blame to hide their whispers in this vault
I wonder if the daylight peaks in through the broken windows
If only just for a moment,
Because I know it will get worse once we hear the croaking crows
Break me down and find another bark to fulfill my task,
Even though I am aware that my fight won't be the last
Chop me into a thousand pieces,
So you can sacrifice me to another creature
A dark destiny I tend to like better
I will not be like them;
I cannot be like them;
Yet I still stand sturdy,
Actions I refuse to condemn.
-Grisha. S
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DROPS OF SCARLET
PoetryFeatured on @WattpadPoetry reading list 'Stygian Skies' "I dream as a soulless spirit where the only music I hear is the drops of scarlet" This poetry collection follows the tales of three women lost in the past and objects they surround themselves...
