Corroded SoulsA Poem by EnigmaSometimes I do imagine, What it would be like, To clamp your mouth shut, Just before you speak your first accursed word.
Will the poison of your words corrode you?
Or will the honeyed chain of guilt-less nonsense, Ease up your pain?
Will the indirect accusations, And endless expectations, Prick your mind until, You claw out your brain?
Or will the plain truth hurt, As much as it does, In my mind, right now?
The acid you spew forth, You monsters in disguise!
One day, I will burn you In your own hell. © 2012 EnigmaAuthor's Note
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16 Reviews Added on May 9, 2012 Last Updated on May 9, 2012 AuthorEnigmaIndiaAboutHi, I'm Preeti. Nice to meet you! I found this place around the same time I found my love for writing. To be honest, it was a time back when I could write. And I did, oh so much. I found words to b.. more..Writing
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