ThePoliceBox

Each word rips into me, bruising me that much more. Mounting tension rising, faster and faster and higher and higher the pitch is shrill, this feels surreal the words falling from your mouth with no regard of how they sound your endless need of speaking out burning holes into me. and i scream silently. each word hits me like a fifty pound fist against my jaw and i feel the cracking bone that wont heal for years if at all. the bruises and aches from last time are yet showing true a sick purple yellow and royal blue. royalty. you're pure royalty. nothing i do pleases you, highness. dizzying sound waves crash against my ear dr

This is a taste I've known before. Metalic mistakes linger in the air. The shadows and smoke are things I've seen. Words spoken with less meaning. The beauty of nature is no less stunning. I hesitate to utter what I'm thinking. This hit me like a whirl wind. Waves crashing all around me, and I stand frozen, stolen. I can see every piece of me on display. Wrapped in plastic, but still decay. This is a touch I've felt before. A hunger I've known and disarmed. Discarded. Alarmed? Don't be. You couldn't see right through me. My fingers speak while you hold your peace. They looked like strong arms. The pro

I walk in ways unknown to those who sleep. I walk in dreams that could never be. I linger in the undisturbed memories. Until they fall apart. Who and what I knew once is no longer. You and I exist alone in this, together. The things yet to come, I walk in, Parallel to things undone.