Wrapped in the screams, the, pain, the blows
locked inside
This comfort of a room
silence
with the knives stabbing at the glass slate
and
with a blurred out bliss
of scattered ands across a blank white
thinking of a different life
replaying the images
of fear
pause, press play, pause, press play

A slip of the tongue,
Dissolve,
Slowly the panels of the room pull away from reality
Sinking deep into unconscious
Watching the colors dance
Watching the TV upside down
Watching the grass grow
Pain slips away
Thoughts turn and fade
Innocents of gestures
and
Hurtfulness of words

The shadow, the darkness, the theft
Creeps upon the simpleness
a soul left alone
a soul unwanted by its home
 
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