When there's noise all around you but all you're left with was silence.
As if your existence was as futile as a grain of dust in infinite sand.
The sheer will to give up while strangled by a thousand ropes.
Did you feel it?
'Are you fine?', they asked all the time...
The ideal answer carved in the mind of thine.
A smiling yes was all they wished to hear,
When your screams seemed to jump out in sear.
As if all they hoped was for you to be filled with life.
when all you were was a barren of million scars of piercing knives.
As if no matter how far you went,
You came back to that lair every single time...
The lair in darkness.
One as blank as a winter morning and as violent as a nightstorm...
Did you feel it too?
©swastika14
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