Post-Cards To The BrokenIn the dark I find you gasping for air struggling to breathe whithering away into the dustPost-Cards To The Broken
within every thought and every memory which stole you away from who you were meant to be
Slowly you bleed away and drift beyond into the void nothing but a voice which used to be heard or a question which used to be asked in the forgotten past before time became to much for you
I stare at you falling struggling to hold on screaming on the inside but failing to whisper or spend a breathe to save yourself
Shutting Out The ExiledI. THE ART OF FALLING DOWNShutting Out The Exiled
You have broken into me, illegal entry; I'm flawed, by what you've chosen not to see; Repressed truth, lost without my noose; you've opened me; somewhat tight, somewhat loose.
Confused by perception and words so cruel; I fell, deeper and deeper, a rhetorical fool. Injured by scars re-opened too easily; I reacted with dislocated mind, indecently.
Now, beyond the uncontrollable I lay; buried knee deep in emptiness and dismay. For what I want and what I need; are burning and biting upon which they feed. &
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