Cold Darkness Under A Dead Man's Breath

That moment when words hit the tip of your spine and causes you to bite your lips and grin. That is when you know your heart has stopped.

"Time is a healer" you hear the others said. But the moment of hurt burns right now, burns terrible.

Losing myself in this battle, I raised my fist with a marker in anger. Finding spaces on the wall, penning anger into scribbles and metamorphose into a loathsome monster.What leads me to who I am today, that's something you can never take away.