a poem.
I got it hereSilent Screams
And they crawl through my mind
and they burrow and they speak softly
with those evil words,
poisoning me with my own blood,
I can't tell them,
those evil words are spinning and spinning
and I can't remember where I come from,
but I remember where I've been,
no regrets,
but drowning inside
and waiting for another day to let the screaming end.
Take me to the platform
and let me dance
and let the wind blow through me
and let the tears dry on my skin.
let them dissolve into joy.
and I dance
through the dirt while I talk to strangers,
but I'm their strangers,
strange girl with panic in her eyes
and a swing in her step about to
fall, to fall with no one there to catch
and I try and tell them but
those evil words come and convince me yet again,
so I cry and I fight them, those demons
living in my homes, houses,
for there's no hearts there,
those demons living in my houses that
laugh at this girls pain,
they think that they know fighting is what I live for,
this warrior.
and that my joy is in their tears, their pain, this bitch.
And I scream
but no sound comes and I cry
but they do not see the little poison
diamond streams,
I'm locked alone,
mute and dry and then the blood comes
and they listen,
then the screams go running down my arms
and they can hear,
I smash the insanity crawling in my mind.
I let the screams run
and run and run until
they've told all this soul
needs to say.
Shane
*sigh* ok, that's out.
Welcome to my emotional garbage can.
"Better out than in I always say"
~Shrek
