11/10/11

its a silent whisper in my ear
the tinge of pain before the tears
the murmur in my heart
the fluid in my lungs
the final breath before i cant move on
its the dirt beneath my nails
the blood on the floor
the feeling of death when you walk through the door
the harsh throb  of a scream
just waiting to be released
lingering, creeping
until there are no words to speak
its pain, so much pain
shattered glass upon the floor
words acknowledged but overall ignored
bleeding just bleeding
all of these unkept feelings
dying inside
wheres your sense of pride
broken and confused
left without a muse
the silent whisper in my ear
run
just run