

Little Window My how you tell me so little.Little Window by ~pyrro
I can look at you for hours,
Sitting in your little window,
And you still hide so much.
I can scream and shatter you,
But never break you.
You're tougher than you seem.
You just don't want to speak.
That's just fine,
I don't need you.
I'll do fine without you.
I'll just pretend you're not there.
I'll just forget you.
I'll just let you slip away.
And start anew.


The Face You Wear You may as well not even have eyesThe Face You Wear by ~pyrro
Behind that mask you wear.
In fact I'm sure you don't.
We all know you by that paper mache
Masquerading as your face.
But that's just fine,
If that's how you choose it to be.
Who are we to say:
"We don't like the way you hide"?
That we'd rather see you real face,
When the mask is cast aside.
You know we'd never say those things.
We all know they couldn't be.
For just as we expeted,
As I stated,
And you so often rejected,
There are no eyes or face
Behind that mask to see.
That's how it's been for a while now.
No matter how hard you try to hide it,
You've lost all you've made.
Which is all


The Flow Like warm oil in my veins.The Flow by ~pyrro
I feel heavy as it flows.
I feel sick and weak.
I feel it moving under my skin.
Slick and smooth,
Like warm oil in my veins,
Waiting for the spark.
And there it is:
In my eyes.
It starts off slow,
Then erupts.
I'm ablaze.
My blood is on fire.
Burning like lit kerosene.
And as quickly as it began:
It's done.
I'm barely alive,
And the hot smoke fills my lungs.
I'm charred and numb,
Save for the sickening flow.
Like warm oil,
Ever in my veins.
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