screetching nails apon walls
the walls of my heart
they bleed tears of crimson
they bleed
bleed my name
hollow bellows of air
escape my body
burn through my lungs
the sobs
still rake my body
by body not willing to
be still
benith the their toes
trampling over me
over my flame
that flame of freedom
it will never die
never sease
to glow in these dark ages
of the patriotic prison
this lie shrowded in truth
they call to me
nails on walls
my eyes bleed
in the fury
i scream
till the voice
quites
and the hearts
beat
quikens
to the holt
these screaming nails
will never sease
to hunt you
screetching nails
on walls
 
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