Hearts hid behind walls of lyrical ash, by metallic doors with heavy stoic locks. Still daring to open each others gates, though we seldom answer anyones knocks. With cries muted by cold crumbling cages, we quietly drowning in our own tears. This chaotic dimension that we call home has me bound by my petrifying fears. My screams strangled by inner demons who whisper the most melodious insanity. Feeding the fire of self hatred and doubt, and the insecurities instilled by society. Yet were all chained to these wintry walls, even as we reach to open our barred doors. Because something inside of us wants to be saved despite all the agony thats in store. So though in bright voice I say Im okay! just look into my dead eccedentesiast eyes, and then youll see a fading hope and wish
Posted on: Mon, 20 Oct 2014 15:52:19 +0000