Bodies in the Walls

Sitting in an empty corner seeing if I am able to scream through the paint. Nothing seems to penetrate the second coat. My skin is slowly soaking in an anesthesia deep within blinding me of waking up. Restraints holding me down, I squirm and scream with no movement or sound. If I fade to black I pray the day I feel the prick of this dull needle a trillion times. I scrape through the first layer only to feel the warmth of your blood pour over my cold hands. I shouldn't have placed your gravestone so soon. A body buried only inches below the surface, you ascended back into my world without feat. Forever your slave, I'll still claim the weight. I hide your body within the walls, painting over the layers broken. Endlessly touching up the flaws wishing the paint would finally just dry.