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The world fades from my fingertips
Like blood oozing from an open wound,
The sky is ripped apart and full of thunder,
And my eyes are twisted in pain.
Shut the door and lock me within,
The light is buzzing and flickering,
Something is about to explode
Or maybe that's just my soul.
Softly touch the wall and it corrodes,
The white paint peels and turns black,
And cracks appear on the surface
A garbage touch that ruins it all.
For years the signs of ruin were there,
Building up within the fragile white walls,
And now I sit here,with an open chest,
My heart nailed to the damned wall.
And as the wall fades from my fingertips
Like blood from an open wound,
The sky outside is bloody and tormented,
And I can't begin to see my own reality.
I'm so afraid that if I get up I'll fall again,
Damned by the ghosts of the past,
The flashing glare of reality looms larger,
Closing in on me and slapping me,
If only someone could open the door,
And let me out of this foreboding room,
Perhaps I could see more than what's inside,
Instead of slicing myself in half.
Remember that it was your verse that ended me,
Slicing off my fingers one by one,
It was when my heart was nailed to the wall,
That I truly forgot how to feel.
My sickening screams echo loudly
Throughout the confines of my own mind,
Reverberating down my spine,
And leaving me in a shivering fit.
As the world fades from my fingertips,
Like blood from an open wound,
The sky outside is bloody and tormented,
And I can't begin to see my own reality.
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YOU ARE READING
Serenade✔
Poetry"To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all. " ~Oscar Wilde __________________________________ ✔You stay under the carpet of my room, Dusting the corners of my soul✔ __________________________________...
