Words does not kill, It is a soul slowly screaming.
Words scratching away
At the inside of your skull,
Sharp pains
Like beady lifeless eyes;
Puncturing you into a hiss of submission.
The poison is taunting, behind
A familiar reflection—
(The enemy is inside)
Scrawling out shadows
Of a wilted realm
Something else dwells within.
If you don’t get it out,
It will slowly eat you alive.
Each day is spent dismantling
Countless thoughts-
Beauty can be a mystery,
When you exist in ruins
