Boxed In

I was an open book

with pages scribbled on

Now I have closed this tome

yet cover's scathed at

I was all known to them

My self was ripped and torn apart

I have a wall to block

its dark enough to cover

with my arms used, it's bruised

Though still with walls unhindered

A rapier down my throat

A hilt on my neck, I'm stoked

then blood just freely flows

When my soul is silent,

the noise kept pushing hard
When my soul shouts for help
the silence kills thy flame
Flame that burns...
'til you blew

©The Pink Merman

August 23, 2015

10:51 AM

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