it’s a scream inside my head
the wail of a thoughts suicide
a release of invention
through an earthquake of emotion
the spears have been sharpened, painted with my blood
and dipped in the poison of my soul
i will dance with the reaper tonight
an explosion of remorse fills my senses
sending the shrapnel of guilt out in all directions
turned inward the collapse of emotion
creating a new event horizon of rejection
doubt touches me, a brush of panic
as i pierce the intangible madness in the performance of duty
my honor has been buried in the grave of silence
condemned to wander the ages trying to make you proud
Really nice to see your words again. "The wail of a thoughts suicide." I know that scream so very well. Sometimes you need a bit of sunshine in your life. ;-)
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