The voice we carry lies in our throat. Our mouths our sealed shut. The blood flows without a thought Yet the skin is never broken. The tears scream to free Yet our apathy won't let us cry.
Fairy tales, wrapped in cellophane. Oh it lasts forever, but it's hollow. Like a meth user, rotting from inside out. Breaking this sanity. Revealing the rotting. Endless cycles to cut off the flow.