Whispers take the feeling out of words you wish to say. Sadly this is a cycle that you will never break, whispers take away the feeling in words you wish to say. Sadly this is a cycle that you will never learn to break…screams from showers muffled by the steam, you would of never thought that your ghost would be so clean. (Blood is pouring from the faucet) I stood outside your window. I saw were everything around you met in a shadow on your floor. Just shut your mouth cause your words have no value anymore. Its to late its to long past. Memories of the car ride and the smell of your skin. Whispers don’t mean anything when they come from you. The beauty is in your insides a beauty that will cover me. Your satin curtain was a killer I melted it to my flesh. We can do this the hard way. It’s all you have. Whispers were the concrete you collapsed on last night and the crickets are silencers. The wood inside is rotten and I am at a loss of matches. Your as good as dead and I can’t find any reasons for you to scream. Your as good as dead under my mattress, I sleep with your body. Your as good as dead and I am at a loss of words. I slept with your body. Your whispers were the sheets. And nothing will change this… your body was a temple and my hands destroyed its walls. (Your body was a temple and my hands destroyed its walls). Your body was a temple and my hands destroyed its walls. Your as good as dead and I am at a loss of matches.

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