their gazes cut silently at my flesh,
they wish me nought but pain and death,
i breathe in deep in hopes of inner-peace,
but come up short as their claws pierce my skin,
see my words create images in your head,
so remember this as you lay your head,
words can heal just as easily as they can ****
May 19, 2016
May 19, 2016 at 10:46 AM UTC
their gazes cut silently at my flesh,
they wish me nought but pain and death,
i breathe in deep in hopes of inner-peace,
but come up short as their claws pierce my skin,
see my words create images in your head,
so remember this as you lay your head,
words can heal just as easily as they can ****
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