Jul 2022
such a sigh
echoes
in places
no sounds are allowed
such pain
bleeds
and stains
in ways water cant clean
last words
hurt
in ways
that echo and bleed
they stain
the parts of my mind
locked away
yea, locked away
echoes
in places
no sounds are allowed
such pain
bleeds
and stains
in ways water cant clean
last words
hurt
in ways
that echo and bleed
they stain
the parts of my mind
locked away
yea, locked away
My pen is empty at last. I stopped writing to drink the ink; now I'm poisoned. Nobody is left here anyways.
