Walls of brimstone
These are my silent screams
written upon blood soaked walls
dug in with raw fingertips
robbed of nails years ago
these are my tears
soaked upon a face
worn with sorrow
twisted in agony
leaving a salty silt upon it
this is where I throw my agony
this is how the knots I make
stay away from my neck
this is the drawer where my razors hide
so as
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