"Walls of dripping red,
Floor of bleeding black
With furniture of chestnut brown.
Huge windows covered by curtians.
Four rooms, five stories to tell.
Laughter haunts the halls and tears stain the walls.
Memories of pain, Joy dancing around like a ghost.
Dagger after dagger driven into those fragile hearts.
Each day opens new wounds but old ones still ache.
Pain after pain,
Leaving terror in it's wake.
Stress and anxiety biting at their ankles, fighting to hold it all together only for it to be ripped apart.
Longest battle and still no one has one.
But the strongest grows weaker with time because eventually all good things die."
-L
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PoetryThoughts, feelings and moments of my past, present and future written down. I can't say much but I like to think that they're goodish. You and I, we're an ocean of love and hatred. A land of chaos and peace, a battle that we're losing with love and...
