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A Poem by Wraith.

Fragments
scissor my nerves
Hang garottes in the ceiling of my mind 

sorrow heave against my bones
contaminate the frail confines

© 2014 Wraith.


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very heavy imagery here..."garottes in the ceiling of the mind" they will slice our peace into pieces..all those things that "scissor my nerves"---i am in this poem right now...
and i feel those frail confines, sometimes life just gets us so frazzled.

Posted 11 Years Ago

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Wraith.
Wraith.

warwickshire, United Kingdom



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