Do the blinds cover your weakness
Does it conceal
Your suffering
Your misery
Your pain, the bleeding
It hurts so much
The faint light
Of glowing canvas
Leave an empty
Trail
On her face
Empty eyes like crevasses
A hollow mess
I scream.
Nothing
I cry. Nothing
I wail
Sob
But silence remains
Standing petrified before death
Brandishing their scythe
Into a neverending slumber
Nov 3, 2017
Nov 3, 2017 at 7:04 PM UTC
Do the blinds cover your weakness
Does it conceal
Your suffering
Your misery
Your pain, the bleeding
It hurts so much
The faint light
Of glowing canvas
Leave an empty
Trail
On her face
Empty eyes like crevasses
A hollow mess
I scream.
Nothing
I cry. Nothing
I wail
Sob
But silence remains
Standing petrified before death
Brandishing their scythe
Into a neverending slumber
Nightmares, nightmares, nightmares...
