Words Will Watch You Cringe But Only If They Really Hurt

These words right here, they lie in your mind. They hide behind your fake smile and inevitable tears only waiting for the next time that they could break your ill fated heart. Sick from the people in your life who make you who you may believe you are worthless. These words, I want to watch them. I want to watch every word as they peirce your eyes and make your mind bleed and pulse with a shrieking pain in your skull, feeling like your head is going to burst. I want too see the tears in your eyes fall and die in your shirt. I want to see every ounce of pain be let out through your eyes. I want these words to kill you inside until you can't feel anymore. Your heart black and your mind numb. I don't know if it's yours or mine, but I see a flood. A red flood from a dam, severed by a sharp influence and ripped apart the integrity of what was once good but instead the dam will always have a crack. Always a sign that it was once broken. I see blood as it flows and something in someone is felt for the first time in a long time. I lay back and watch it collect into a puddle on the floor. Between the grout of the tile lies all.of my worries and every last thing I had to squander out of my body, out of my soul, and out of my life until maybe one day it might end. These words are a trap made to kill everyone that it may possess and before one knew what had hit them, they were dead inside until they couldn't feel it anymore. They felt the last flood from their throat where the words echoed. They felt the split second when led tore apart all of their thoughts where the words resonated. They felt in their hands and wrists which found these words that killed them. I want to watch these words burn. I want to watch every second of my life pass by me but only in darkness. I want these words to kill the people who become trapped. I just hope no one gets trapped. I, the possessor of death, as it lies in my fingertips am trapped by myself and live in words that kill. Words that die. And words that are forgotten.

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