Ash


All of the embers have turned to ash
And I am deaf to the noise
When they speak like shattered glass.
Dare to ask where I’ve been.
My head hosts rallies for the broken.
Problem is I am always stuck inside
And that’s where the poison hides.
I’ve got strong bones and eyes of gold
That sometimes ache and spill my soul.
But look at me, I hide it well.
I hide a mind birthed from hell

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