A Wet Moment Soaked in Red
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
I schismed with the silence, woke within the dark,
Broken by the eyeless gaze that left no living mark.
I saw nothing, yet it lingered, behind me shadows stirred,
Stolen moments turned to years, their whispers never heard.
Handfuls fell through trembling palms, until I lost it all,
I was trapped within this world, my name upon its wall.
Had it wept, I could have breathed, had it laughed, I’d see,
Had it smiled among the embers, it would’ve set me free.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
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Written by Matthew Tonks
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