In a silent room
Full of strangers
My heart beats fast
Too fast
Too loud
Too much for my weak body
I silently scolded my heart
To stop its frantic beating
Filled with my dark truths
Stop pouring out my ugly secrets
Stop telling them my dirty deeds
Stop showing them my paranoia
Stop demonstrating my insanity
Stop
Stop stop stop
Stopstopstopstop
STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP
The heart stopped beating at 0000hr.
Known as the witching hour.
Her favorite hour.
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Ebony Snow And Ivory Holes
Poetry((Previously known as Bleeding Darkness)) Grasping reality. Ignoring the world. Embracing fantasy. Running from the voices. A tragicomedy, The world is; With happy-go-luckies And sad cynics. Confusing thoughts are tossed back and forth, In the mind...
