The houses stand empty,
Doors open like mouths
Ready to devour
Those who break the silence.
The skies are black.
No clouds, no air.
Like trying to breath
In a giant inkwell,
The dark liquid
Filling up lungs
Until drowning;
Suffocating in tears
And crepuscular carnage.
The dance of pain
In hearts and minds
Much like the echoes
Of silence,
A hush like a drug,
In the houses,
Lulling and lonely.
With the doors,
The open doors,
And the windows,
The gaping windows,
That engulf and devour
Until the noiseless screaming
Shatters the world
And the glass fills the floors
Of the empty houses
 Broken_Soul_Torn_Mind · Mon Feb 09, 2009 @ 10:31pm · 0 Comments |
