Hidden Screams

We are hidden screams belted into pillow seams We are bidden to believe We are ridden to the brink Vomit Red Fills white basin Someone kills, another wasted, no one cares, just another day son Send hopes and prayers, no legislation

Oh, more angsty poetry, just for you. I sure have a way with words and making everything seem like it's the end of the world, don't I?

Find more on my twitter @JoshuaSkurtu.

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