Whispers, and words, and the sound of Beating hearts.
I feel them, speaking in my head.
Constant, never ceasing.
The Pain, the Void, the Lost without the love.
Wishing, hoping, masking, all the cranium.
Prodigious pain, Myriad guilt, condemning blue, brown, green eyes
Perfect faces-perfect teeth. Always smiling, but never happy.
Smile.
Laugh.
Drown.
Die.
Whoever gave permission to tell that sullen lie?
Smell, speak, hear, touch, taste, the memories
How much they mean.
How much the hurt.
How much they stay the same.
Tainted, trusted, taken back. Always holding, scoffing stealthy grasp----------
What time is it?
What is time?
Not mine, not yours.
Not anyone’s.
Its just there.
Feeding lies, and making chains, and growing guilt inside.
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