Of Words 

Tell me again that this feeling will subside
When the words refuse to sit on the pages
And all I know to do is let the dizzy take me in
I fall into a deep and enslaving melody
Swaying and shaking, encompassing every fiber in me

I cannot pause to think

Nor mute these letters that come alive through your ink
It’s a storm-driven string of hell in my hands
The perfect arrangement, a symphonic demise
And the way life takes us into demonic stuttering eyes
I cannot look away, I must purge my pen of this write

Releasing pent up sounds

Last response to your haunting chains
Clanging brash in trebles and hooks
Enough darkness to fill every book
To give everything up like swept away
If I let it all go, will this feeling decay?

This piece is created from the minds of the marvelous and ridiculously talented Johnny and myself, Souldiergirl.

 

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