Rewards and scars gather up as hours collect my thoughts to gather in a lonely room.
Bladed cuts and screaming
haunt me silently
in the unmasked gloom
No skeletons in closet for demons keep me warm we often look for solace and I simply another line . But the storms outside offer little silence and long is the night ahead.
The darkness stretches
in pale lines, etching bone in its loneliness
Tracing patterns of lightening against a dark tempest
I sit and wonder why
I sit so alone inside my head
Dec 6, 2015
Dec 6, 2015 at 2:36 PM UTC
Rewards and scars gather up as hours collect my thoughts to gather in a lonely room.
Bladed cuts and screaming
haunt me silently
in the unmasked gloom
No skeletons in closet for demons keep me warm we often look for solace and I simply another line . But the storms outside offer little silence and long is the night ahead.
The darkness stretches
in pale lines, etching bone in its loneliness
Tracing patterns of lightening against a dark tempest
I sit and wonder why
I sit so alone inside my head
