Words that never left the lips, Phrases unheard by any soul but mine, Thoughts that lie on the ocean bed like sunken ships, Voices present nowhere but this strange mind. I scream internally, confessing my deeds, And none but my demons listen, Yet, on my fears and wrath they feed, But I take revenge, grab a paper and pen, And letting the ink flow along with emotions, I begin... This is a makeshift shelter where I keep my stray thoughts knotted togetherAll Rights Reserved