My frayed senses
Scream into the dead silence
That envelops the letter of night
Another sense answers my screams
The silence is ruptured
With the voices of two
The letter’s been shredded
And thrown out to the wind
For you to catch aimlessly
In the back of your mouth
Like the sick taste
Of someone else’s pain.
That taste is permanent
As a blank memory
Becomes a twisted comedy
At the base of your neck
Working its way slowly
To the front of your mind
Fighting for space,
And constantly challenge whatever
you think
You can never forget
‘Cause it’s trying too hard
To break it’s way through your skull
And jump out for everyone to stare,
Rabid and cold,
Full out lies.
The truth is there,
Don’t hide.
You only make yourself more obvious.

 
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