* A piece inspired by a movie based on insanity and a dream *Don't speak - it'll only cause frustration.
There's only so much flesh you can claw away at.
Avoid running the risk of piercing porcelain skin with scarlet nails.
And I won't bleed for you.
Let's sit together and enjoy this heavy silence.
Feel its asphyxiating branches drape lovingly around our shoulders.
I'll watch the pain in your brooding posture.
While you'll search for the life that died in my eyes.
There'll be so much left unspoken - it'll be a game.
Which will linger like a disease, no matter how hard we scratch.
And yet, I wonder of those splinters wedged so deep in your mind.
You proclaim you're fine - but I know you lie.
There's only so much before you break - I know what makes you tick.
You give me a knowing look with hazy eyes.
Despite the memories - it's now just a matter of time.
With too much pride, you won't admit defeat.
Instead we'll watch it tear us both apart.
You know I can't leave you behind - escape with me.
And yet you hesitate to give me your hand.
Our suffering, our experiences - will it be all for nothing?
I can't forget you, nor the time.
* Image courtesy of DeviantART *
There's only so much flesh you can claw away at.
Avoid running the risk of piercing porcelain skin with scarlet nails.
And I won't bleed for you.
Let's sit together and enjoy this heavy silence.
Feel its asphyxiating branches drape lovingly around our shoulders.
I'll watch the pain in your brooding posture.
While you'll search for the life that died in my eyes.
There'll be so much left unspoken - it'll be a game.
Which will linger like a disease, no matter how hard we scratch.
And yet, I wonder of those splinters wedged so deep in your mind.
You proclaim you're fine - but I know you lie.
There's only so much before you break - I know what makes you tick.
You give me a knowing look with hazy eyes.
Despite the memories - it's now just a matter of time.
With too much pride, you won't admit defeat.
Instead we'll watch it tear us both apart.
You know I can't leave you behind - escape with me.
And yet you hesitate to give me your hand.
Our suffering, our experiences - will it be all for nothing?
I can't forget you, nor the time.
* Image courtesy of DeviantART *
Laden with dramatic, unexplored emotion. Silence is like a mask, but the features of the facial mood still lurk behind the mask! A fascinating piece of writing!
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