12-30-15 thirty eight days clean
You know exactly which floorboards to step on to wake me.
I hide under the sheets, not willing to witness you, afraid of what I might see.
But pretty soon, the white cloth I'm clinging to is soaked with blood.
God, you get inside of my head. I didn't think I'd give in to your hushed demands again.
You silence yourself and muffle out my screams;
You always liked the quiet more than the noise of positivity.
I think I'm gonna be sick as my eyes roll back,
The blood slowly draining from my system.
Are you happy now?
- (m.m)
Wanna guess what idea this ghost represents? ;)
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Haunted (Poetry)
PoetryInside of my head lies rooms of emotions, and stories. I don't own this empire of a hotel on my own, though. If you listen and look closely, you'll find blood within every shade of red, ghosts in every mirror, and screams in every ballad. I'm haunte...
