THERE IS NO HOPE FOR HELP When When The ties The lines Verses bow to crimes The howling in the background Sound proofed Made up illness To reflect the person opposite Emotional hooks Catches gaps Infests Undermines Blackens Light surrounding Shrinks Look the other way Watch the steps turn to shuffles Fear realizing Poked honesty Holes in the fabric Collapsing the I in caring the loss no admitting Reasoning feeds a choking fire, toxic with justifications, embedded in the flesh. Dead to compassion as hurt and pain is constructed for others far beyond the self. The foundations are undermined in a return to a safe space in secret to attempt to gouge, gouge it all out behind closed doors while checking the locks as sharpen windows rattle cold. It’s all falling down Can someone hear? Bleeding Shirt sleaves Rolled down Don’t look at the damage Everything is falling The wails of dying frames Shattered glass Shards still reflect Look the other way Someone else’s problem Hands keep doors upright Perishing Coming away In pieces In one’s hands Does the colour have a pulse? The structure The home within the flesh Withered by compromises Empathy denied The purchased price Was it worth it? When there’s nothing left at all Except The floor plan of stolen words Recorded on shreds Help was silenced Condemned to A grave of responses Just keep, just keep, just keep Just keep looking the other way As an empty hand alone weeps
Posted on: Mon, 14 Jul 2014 04:35:40 +0000
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