to @castelled, hi ella
games are fun to play
when they don't hamper reality
lies are easy to speak
harmlessly nightmares creep
into the soul, inside the skin
what do they want, please repeat
the white noises are so strong
they're bleeding colours which are black
and only distractions they should've been
but now it's all a huge mess
she isn't able enough to clean
the words are all zooming out and in
she can't take it all in
the walls are rising high
aiming for the horrific sky as it bleeds
red blood for every one of you
it's just getting worse
baby why don't you try waking up?
YOU ARE READING
Broken Walls
Poetryi am a city of b r o k e n w a l l s; and t h e y are tearing me apart. text copyright © aakhir [i do not own any media, including the images in the covers]
