Echoes of screams that have lived a tortured subsistence Blood curdling shrieks scorch burns on my skull Anxious hands strip the flesh off their bones Sullen stages of my angst waiting around the corner Creeping colors masked in black Darkness proceeds to have dominance Pick a screen for your opposing enemy Watch if they love you for that You may only breathe if you catch the flying air The weight of the world rest on your shoulders Run the opposite way of your prescribed field Leave the audience in shock Cover yourself in a blanket of trust You are your own worst enemy Color in black instead of white They may actually start to see you
Reason for writing:
i dont care if it doesnt make sence...i was trying to force anything
Birth sign: Virgo
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