Your body is porcelain,
Something to be smashed,
thrown off the edge into an abyss.
I see your blank stares,
and your wide black eyes.
You’re going nowhere in disguise.
Don’t talk to me,
I won’t talk back.
Don’t talk,
I can’t take it.
I have seen the devil in my microscope,
and I have chained him.
Locked away,
Never to be mentioned.
The spirit of man crawls inside me,
trying to get out of its cage,
to destroy me.
The fear of synchronized whispers,
slashing through the air at my words,
haunts me like a deep inferno inside my soul.
Quench my thirst.
Even if you’re full of lies, I’ll beg for more.
I’ll reach out, wave my hands in front of your face.
You reach out, showing others,
Only making a barrier that builds itself with time.