Grieve

feeling a wave of emotions rolling through
Veins of fiery ice
Slow tears fall swiftly down pale cheeks
Missing, a hole, an empty vessel
Grey walls crumbling in a black sky
The door to this place creaks open
It's rarely used
Stuff the problems away air tight
Blue flowers wilting red
Thrashing around in the cadge I'm locked up
Ripping apart flesh
Insanity strapped to my chest
Branding a holy temple
Stirring up trouble
Grief is better locked up.