do you hear the screams of a thousand shards.
broken pieces on a perfectly rugged floor.
in a dingy, abandoned kitchen?

mixed with the crimson stains.
from my punctured jugular and heart.
dripping from the mahogany chair.


the thundering silence weakens me.
the lightning outside the window flashes to reveal.
trust sneaks out the forgotten hole in the door.
this is too broken to fix, my friend.

i am undone.
i am done.



Author: Lape

Lover of Christ. Aficionado of art, words and cologne. Student medic. Amateur pianist. Vous parlez Français?

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