Sardonic Words
What if I'm just a ghost waiting to happen?
Disturbing views lurking around
in the corners of me. Filling me up.
I bite back a tongue too sharp,
hot with sardonic words,
spliced and splintered
by an angry soul
This convenience kills,
and one day
I'm afraid to find
you, an earful of dead air
on the end line of the phone.
Goodbye.
Disturbing views lurking around
in the corners of me. Filling me up.
I bite back a tongue too sharp,
hot with sardonic words,
spliced and splintered
by an angry soul
This convenience kills,
and one day
I'm afraid to find
you, an earful of dead air
on the end line of the phone.
Goodbye.
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