His voice hissing the truth;
His voice boiling my skin.
my pain and agony; its roots,
but I just keep on watering it with my sins.
His torments and infinite paradoxes;
Tainting my eyes with a bloody red.
Giving me nights that are dreamless,
my body alive; my soul dead.
His voice inevitably loud.
"HOW CAN I ESCAPE YOU? WHY DO YOU BRING ME SO MUCH DREAD?"
He grinned crimsonly proud,
"YOU CANNOT RUN AWAY FROM ME! FOOL, I AM IN YOUR HEAD!"
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Petals & Dust
PoesiaP E T A L S flaking away from my soul, waking me up to the truth. Soiling the ground beneath it; carcasses fragile and hollow. D U S T blown away by the winds, feathering out of sight; the crust, silently creeping away, crowning the sadness I utte...
