The smell of burnt skin
The sound of piercing screams
The look of aggravating pain
The smell of dried blood
The sound of pained whimpers
The look of hopelessness
This is what I smell when my eyes close
This is what I hear when my eyes close
This is what I see when my eyes close
This is my dream
This is my reality
This is me
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Poems
PoetryI scream till my voice gives out Till my lungs cave in Till my heart beats like a drum Till the blood rushes to my face Till the silence afterwards makes me think I went deaf 'Cause I'm so used to the sound of my own pain I scream until my body stop...
