Whispering In the Dark
Tainted fingers painted the stars.
To a memory entrapped in jars.
I'll scream into my own soliloquy.
Whispers and thoughts into a silent hostility.
I woke from the death in my dreams.
Entrapped when darkness finds me in my sleep.
My discovery travels into burdened streams.
Delusive secrets indoctrinate loathing keeps.
Collecting the pieces from a fallen past.
My anxiety is preaching so I have to ask.
How can one build an empire and be a hero?
While bloody lullabies seep around me too.
No one saw me when I fell below.
There are so many stories, this is an intro.
I'm catching the tears of the rampage of my heart.
A catalyst in envy, shattered from a vacant start.
The clattering tongues brew poison in young veins.
Woven into a brokenness, a fall of pain.
Haunting laughter, she bled insane.
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