My presence tortures you. The pain in your deceptively green eyes. Harsh words lie between us. A razorblade's kiss to malleable thoughts. The division as clear as the pearly scars.
Once more a war of cunning. A flurry of words in an empty box. Absence just as evident as the presence. I haunt the corridors. Searching futilely for that which I know. Refuge from the maelstrom.
Redundance in simplicity. Complex music filtering through my mind. Singing it softly to sleep. Lulled behind the ineffectual defenses. Fragile in there rough winds. Lyrical justifications.
I want to scream, to lash out. Pull myself from this hole. Instead, I curl into myself. Seeking the warmth of a kind thought. Obliterated in this whimpering existence.
Scream, I won't tell.