Wednesday, May 11, 2016
The Chasm
broken glass.
Shattered mirrors,
a pain that lasts.
Whispering,
screaming,
it's growing louder.
Your calm blows away
like translucent powder.
Panicking, panicking
you need to get free!
You're dying inside,
can no on else see?
Run, run
faster, faster.
Danger is lurking,
it's pulling you backwards,
ripping at you with maniacal laughter,
you will never get out.
You're tearing at the walls again,
the walls,
the walls,
the walls of your skin.
Fingernails breaking,
your whole world is quaking,
your soul for the taking,
you will never get out.
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