someone says "I love you" in the whispers of the dark
shrouded in its velvet soft cloak of a hushed world
the lingering sounds haunt my soul as the dark
has become oppressive, an the wait for day disastrous
my very soul has been stripped of all the broken pieces left behind
again and again swept into box, over flowing, sharp, jagged, raw
building my shield of smiles and laughs as the memories
shred away my ability to hope, and leave despair to rule my inner thoughts
my dreams, no nightmares leave fresh wound on the delicate lace
that has been left of my essence, to tattered to resist
hating every moment i can not move towards the dawn
trapped in my own endless fight for release of this drawn out longing
break me, over and over, as you forget who I am
buries is the naive personal, left is the hollow
tattered remains of once was, and might never be again
me
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