Locked room...
Locked like my lips are now.
Dark...
Dark like the life I am leading,
Dark like the burden of guilt not healing.
Cold...
Cold like the words that shoot out of your mouth,
Quiet...
Quiet like the cemetery I wish would shelter my broken soul,
Quiet like your dirty yesterday,
Quiet you like me to be when you are spitting poison.
Chocking...
Chocking the way my urge to hit you back has been.
Yet calming as well...
As calming as your love assurance,
or the ocean breeze on a chilly Saturday evening.
It's clear that this roller coaster ride of emotions is my destiny,
How much longer before we drop to our stop?
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