destruction

Desruction in your hands

Stubborn in my silence

I will not be crumbled in the palm of a bloodstained hand.

Wrinkled and twisted,staining to control me.

Crimson blood will seep into the cracks.

My vocal chords will be left hanging from my mouth,

unless I defy you.

I fear you not.

Your limitations make me avoid you.

I allow myself freedom.

I'll speak when I feel it necessary,

without your control.







Misha's Sorrow