luckyfish9
thunderous screams making the silence vibrate with tension
such a gentle soul
gripped by your hatred
slowly transformed into your demons
this house of cards is bound to fall, as they always do, with the slightest irregular breath, inevitably temporary
in a tangle, caught in these webs, the memories of your love and laughter, those deep blue eyes, i am caught here and forced to remember
everything about you, your awful presence, your thoughts, your hateful attitude, everything about you is purely and simply revolting
sometimes from a passing stranger, sometimes for no apparent reason at all, i catch your scent in the air, and although it's been years and what we were then is foreign to us now, i long for your embrace once again
i hate that awful screech, seriously, it just makes me angry.