| In The Silence |
| In the silence of this darkened roon I sit and cry, tears fall like icicles stabbing my naked skin, and I can barely sigh. I build a chain. A chain of lies. A chain of misery and despair. And each link is a piece in my miserable life. And why? Because of you. You who fucked me as your ecstacy. you who left me, and created my endless pain link by link. Now on this cold floor, beneath this heavy chain, I smile psychotically, and continue joining links, adding to my pain bit by bit piece by piece in the silence of this darkened room |
| By. Karla W. Pritchett |
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