My HolocaustA Poem by jrPaperheartIf My Eyes Could Speak, They'd Be Screaming. Forever Falling Upon Deaf Ears.This Midnight Air Holds Heavy Winds
And Through Its Howls And Through Its Whims
I Hear Your Voice Again
My Only Friend, This Voice Within
Will Slowly Rip Away My Skin
And In This Dream - I'm Quarantined
By These Four Walls of Sin
Limb By Limb Im Ripped Apart
They're Closing In - My Bleeding Heart
Will Still Distort
My Breath Gets Short
My Blood Runs Thin on Life Support
And Every Stick Thats Built This Fort
Is Making Me So Hollow
Welcome To My Holocaust © 2010 jrPaperheartAuthor's Note
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