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Chant of Silence

I kissed the sky and it fell silent,
I met the ground with such violence;
How awful to feel lonely with the company of the skull and of the spine.
Sometimes- I can still feel his grunts vibrate throughout my jaw bone;
How awful to feel lonely with the company of the skull and of the spine.
The remains of a mangled mind stained with its body's own blood and shit and screams,  
Reminiscence of the pain stays littered sporadically throughout the nerve endings; its infrastructure molding.
How awful to feel lonely with the spine.
The oxygen had lost its importance,
Its touch all cloy, the taste of disgust
Its dignity followed yours and fell - like dust through the cracks of the floor boards
Its presence offered no help, no such luck, it sat in it's own silence and watched from the corners of the shrinking room- as you're being torn apart from the inside- the rose cut before the bloom
From the spleen - to the spine - to the bum and all over again til his cowardice has cum;
How awful to feel lonely in the company of the skull.
You try so desperately to scrub the vandalism out of your barren house of bones,  
Grateful even for the short moments of numb;
How awful to feel lonely within the company of your own body
Its snowing now, even in the remains of the mind
The snow drips red, Iron taints its taste
Its bitter cold outside but I can't feel a thing.
If the mind was a person he wouldn't know her,
If the heart was the earth he'd destroy her,
We'd all destroy her
And In that,
The company of the skull and of the spine and of my silence-
I too destroyed her
Written by Damselinhandcuffs
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