Blindly I seethe as the muse drinks skin
In tranquil there is no escape
Just the steady breeze of rejection
Listen to the sounds non existent
Just the shadows chasing cracks in time
In the final sigh all will be heard
Tearing time as soul escapes skin
Look into eyes carrying futures page in a book
Past melds into obliterated semblance
Smudged
Smeared
Words cannot write themselves
Spread as letters invisibly bleed
Then they appear as if from nowhere
Is there truth in what they say
Can you live for me
Inside
I bleed
Bleed a dark sin
Refrain from plunging rusty blades into wrists already bled dry
Erase
Memories not exchanged for breathe
This time is over now
This fear is expelled now
Exchanged for another skin
In a blink
It will happen again
again
again
again
In tranquil there is no escape
Just the steady breeze of rejection
2 comments:
lots of emotion...the end all the more...the rejection...that is def hard...keeping the blades from wrists already bled dry as well...
When I read work like this, I feel the pain and wonder, "Is is current? Is this a recollection of the past?" Your inferences and direct accounts add details that only an experienced soul would understand.
Also wish this character, this scene, could lead to the place where tranquility is real, inner peace is true and contentment is the norm.
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