Soundless Places Lost Inside
A Twisted Verse by Matthew Tonks
Caught beneath the voice of your defiance,
stroking at the rising limb of their ignorance.
Climb on top and ride until the world goes pop—
the cream forever screaming for the ride to stop.
Out of place was the emptiness of sound,
my brain spinning circles on this merry-go-round.
Blades twisting violently like a mower cutting grass,
while my veins cut open with shards of your mirror’s glass.
A crimson river spilling from inside,
the only place that ever felt safe to hide.
My pain is more than a feeling—
it’s the beginning of my final ending.
💬 Did this one echo?
Tell me—before it forgets your name.
—
Written by Matthew Tonks
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