Silence is golden,

so is your tongue,

ruined a better part of me,

broken open like a rotten egg,

you sucked me of my surface,

left me dried to the floor,

whispering words of torture,

wishing dreams of demons,

my eyes slowly closing,

my heart desperately breaking,

longing for a connection,

a moment,

a feeling,

a something of anything,

whatever it was again…

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