The rumble that echos throughout the room,
The scuffling of feet,
And the repeated sound,
That voices that get mumbled under the rumble,
Don't you understand that he has long since been dead,
And the life that causes this body breath,
Is so unlike anything else I know,
So lingers but only like the memory of someone you know no longer in pain,
Can't you see their dead?
The sound of shattering notes,
And words of wisdom,
The cry of asking what you've become,
The agony of having to admit,
The wince of pain,
Of the thought of metal sting,
Don't you understand how painful it is,
To see that she's more than a lingering presence that haunts me,
And never ever again will I let her breath again,
No matter how long my hands stay at her throat,
Don't you understand that the memory of my grandmother died a long time ago,
And yes I know she still lingers here,
And I cherish her memory,
But she has long since been dead.-Joshua BanksJJAJ
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When Sanity is Lost
PoezieAnd I just couldn't stop, before I knew it I was picking the pen up again. My second book in process this is soon to begin editing once my last one is done. As always hope you enjoy and find my insta @these.are.true.feelings
