7-30-16 Empty Walls
•Empty Walls•
These walls are made of broken bones
So fragile that even the slightest jolt can make them crumble in my sharp hands
My fists are made of concrete
Breaking the bones into millions of pieces
I'm afraid to move or even breathe
I'm too reckless with my words
Fire spewing from my teeth
These bones are burning
These walls are made of chains
Wrapping around my wrist
Strapping me to the floor
Curling around my neck, all around my legs
The rust cutting my arms and blinding my eyes
I do not have the strength to break free
These walls are made of hatches
Counting away the days slash by slash
I've chipped away everything left
My fingers numb all the way down to the bone
I can't break through
These walls are made of empty space
We're so close yet light years away
I keep stretching these walls
Where have you gone?
Please don't leave me
I'm lost in the rings of Saturn
In the sands of Mars
In the craters of the moon
Every corner a new dimension
I sit against the cold empty space
There are no stars here
Only faint bursts of light
I pick up my finger to trace a figure in the distance
I want to believe there is something worth hurting my self over on the other side of these walls
Only empty bodies stay
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