Pits I drew a breathe that was venomous I knocked on the walls that responded with silence Drawing with lipstick on my bed sheets I got nothing Between four walls my pain is unattainable Will you notice me? Cant I be heard? I drew a sip from the devils cup A dull cliche A dull hiccup I dismissed judgement with my own justifications A boudoir ashtray Broken frames, mirrors by my own hands If blood laughs then Im the punch line Change has to come from within Through the death of innocence Through the depths of my anguish Through corridors of floresencent lights Through shackles and piss Through closed quarters and therapy Through submission and acceptance Im okay
Posted on: Sat, 05 Jul 2014 00:22:18 +0000
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