There is hardly any sounds anymore
That aren't mingled with shouts and cries.
All the notes have fallen from the pages
Where the music dies.
There is hardly any harmonies,
What's the point without the...
Blurred movement, blurred memories
These fragments spill to the floor,
Mixing with the blood, sweat and tears. Made it this far under the weight
Of failed saviors and gaping wounds. Grab and run, don’...
She doesn’t listen to warnings,
Of mind your manners and don’t fight.
She hates the mornings,
But revels in the late hours of the night.
She doesn’t worry about the weather;
She goes dancing in the sn...
Gone, whispers the peeling wallpaper.
The walls have rotted away by the pursuit
Of rainwater and the undeniable dispute
Between termites and water vapor.
Empty, groans the creaking floorboard.