- Last Record: 2012-08-18 22:44:51 -0700
- Joined: Sep 21, 2011
Curdling within veins,
emotion's sour taste
permeates my mouth.
Silver sits where gold should be,
I am empty in the house
that I thought could be home
with its changing light, tall ceilings,
and a man who tries
but doesn't understand me.
Quiet screams rip at lungs' walls
suffocating an escaping whimper.
The lips that kiss him goodnight
mouth "Goodbye" again in practice,
but keep returning to this broken bed.
Bricks of self-loathing
sink me to despondency's depths.
It's here that skeletons
of sentiments past
greet fresh flesh
and my ankles are twice scarred.