A breath of death between

the sheets;

I am the Queen of darkness,

and devils live in me...

Dead voices echo, haunted in the rain.

Upon the sky, night begins to stain.

Ink and star dust make up my soul.

It's because I've never truly been

in love at all. In odd worlds, though.

Oh, do I roam. Weaving my hands

with a lovers embrace. Like dreamcatchers holding space,

between time, and hearts,...

The dreadful silence whispers in my ear,

Pulling me further into the dark abyss.

My eyes lose their light,

My strength loses its might—

I am weak and helpless.

The dreadful silence taunts my lips,

But i cannot speak,

For it’s tied my tongue into a knot,

One unable to untie—I’m caught.

This dreadful silence must stop,

For it is my number one opp....

How dare you !?

You say you miss me and want me and then disappear.

You acted like I was important,

You included me in your life.

You lie to me and I allow it

I acted like I didn’t clock it.

I admit, I resigned my feelings and became a projection of what you desired.

This entire time you’re acting like I’m making this up in my head.

This isn’t all in my head !!

The silence between us,

This ...

Silence

Lips moving

No speaking

Cars colliding

No immediate reaction to help

Birds flapping their wings

Yet I can't hear a thing

What torture it is

Without my hearing aides

Kids crying for their moms

Couples laughing holding hands

Yet I feel so alone

In a world without sound

Whereas others have no issues

And it all seems so profound

They mistake silence for rudeness

When silence is all I have

Ho...

sometimes the silence

is louder than the noise was

ever to begin...

and i gave you my voice,

to have,

to use,

to scream,

but you kept silent,

words meant nothing,

for hands with a brush,

but they meant the world,

to my soul of prose,

give it back,

if it wasn’t for you to use,

you’ve hand me nothing,

but wearied promises,

of an empty heart,

now my throat is sore,

from screaming,

to a soul,

with no ears,

and no voice of her own....

I hate listening to

The wind blow

Bewteen my ears...

Oh, how I loathe the quiet air,

Its empty void, a ceaseless tease,

I cannot bear its suffocating grip,

From its eerie tone to deafening sound,

Silence is the enemy of my soul....

(TW: The word "died"... like a lot. Reference to ED, SA, and a failed attempt.)

Your mothers stinging word

Glass shattering on the floor

Me ma then died

Rocky died after

Not seeing father

Being nervous at his door

Our relationship died

My hope died after

Our home is not a sanctuary

Being shut in with them

My motivation died

My grades died after

The memory of her hands

Scrubbing it all away

My...

At the end of my resistance

I guess we blamed the distance

For the lack of love’s existence

I suppose it made no difference

And at the end of my line

You said that we were fine

But I still drifted away

I think back to those better days

I soaked in your favour and yet

Our love was a labour

That you never seemed to work

Even when I played the jerk

Until my working days were gone

In the end ...