Silence

Glitter on my skin,

Could tell oblivion,

Of my isolation,

In my pavillion,

Barricated tears on my lips,

Could tell loneliness,

Of their taboo,

In my nest,

For vey open tears,

On a guiltless mother,

Hide the floor,

Of fear for another,

The second and best,

Out of the wanted,

The only survivor,

Four beyond - haunted,

Knives and sweat,

Can finally be ignored,

Forget to ask why,

The reason you still hoard,

Every now and then,

Words need not be said,

For my price of guilt,

Is blood on an empty bed,

Caught in between,

That same taboo,

Leaking in their voices,

All for "who,"

Time could pass all alone,

And maybe start to heal,

Various parts of a dream,

Which two will never feel