• opia__ 6w

    Crouching within hallowed bounds,
    Peering from inside the walls,
    There is a need that calls out late into the night,
    To relieve and relive what you cannot ignore.
    Jumping on the balls of your feet,
    Thumping on the doors harbouring a dead fleet,
    I hear you call out in sin,
    foreign words and foreign games.
    A pretence tightens your vocal chords,
    Tightening fists, going round and round.
    Let me scream, you implore with purple lips,
    And words tumble out in garbled coherence.
    Hear me, you scream towards an abyss too tall,
    Where there exist nothing but echoes of silence,
    Jumping off unyielding walls.

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