His words rattled my cage
And black smoke weaved in through the bars
Like snakes they wriggled across the floor and through the holes in my wounds.
They laid in wait
Then suddenly
They pounce and the smoke drifts through my body up into my brain.
The betrayal eats my insides until there is nothing left but bone.
The knife pointed and sharp rips through my skin and tears a hole through the place where my heart was.
All I see is pain
All I feel is darkness yet an on ever whelming sense of time and place is gone.
I am trapped in my past.
My past is my future and I can not escape...
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Dying in Vain
RandomAnother poetry book filled with poems, quotes and words combined together to create feelings. I hope I help to relate.
