(TheStillSilence)
"A barrier of knives hanging on cell-thick wires,
Protects the barely beating heart from smiles.
Lest calm should sneak in with the wind:
And lavish peace on space too thin;
Darkness engulfing two heartless eyes,
Sleeping their awake as by time cries;
One blink too soon and time stands still:
The wires break; eyes sleeping still.
(AeThe Lost Poet)
Eating paper glass fingers; Cause I’m sleeping so thin,
Placid acid dreams, tactics: Leave me lost in my sin;
(TheStillSilence)
While licking the blood and cracking the bone.
The night will make her stories home,
Sinking in fickle blades of grass.
Pass, relent the clouds of ash;
Submerged in these shadows that barriers cast."
(AeThe Lost Poet)
"I’m tearing through, Eating Paper Glass Fingers,
Like Silence says, The pain still lingers,
Like rapid thoughts, Fever to the psyche, Unhealthful, Unhelpful, Are those who dislike me, Terminals, even I am, As I bite through my nails,
My skin peels back to reveal, I’m frail,
And with every heartbeat, You see in me,
My system and my lungs fail, Lethally,
Weapon-like is the mental state,
They Advocate, And the casualties only stagnate,
In this nerve gas they spread, Has me biting my nails,
Like SAW the key in my head, Has me digging, impaled,
By fear and survival, Instincts I have,
But to live is to die, Slowly, In this nerve gas”
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Submission Name: Eating Paper Glass Fingers
