Blame.

Five seconds,
let me be a mirror
Sounding like I hate myself
but I don't
I am clay, playdough, wood
The worlds sculptor hands
And we handed you the sceptor
but I don't know why.
Can't walk away
Cannot breathe or speak even
I don't feel a thing.
Stop holding back
Unleash each faithful blow
right to the skull.
Right to the stomach
Fill my ears with the poison of
decietful letters.
Fade, fade, fade...and then stop
before we disappear
Give us time to build our paper houses
the fade the color once again
I won't scream anymore.
No...I don't think I will.
Calm. Calm. Asleep
I can only scream while sleeping.
It's no surprise right?
After all,
the sounds only changed
because you let them.