The Stories Inside Her

Edge

Yes, I'm alright but can you call it right

When you can scream your heart out

Because your mouth is sewn shut and no sound comes out

It's not called pain

It's called suffering

But we deal with it

We have to deal with it for the oath that can't be shattered is woven into us

Our body's thin and frail

For we had stopped eating

We don't drink nor sleep

So, we shuffle our feet together in a rhythm of lost souls with the forgotten and shattered

Dragging the heavy chains of sorrow and pain

For our thought must have stopped because it hurts to think

Even our minds were like glass fragile

We kept a wall upholding are thoughts from us hidden like secrets that were too heavy to bare

Though once in a full moon those walls turn to dust falling and crumbling

For so many thoughts go through our minds

But we must & have just stopped thinking

For we know our souls have stopped hoping

Every one of us knew that we had no choice, no hope

Many years ago, when we were fools walking into the woods of death

Finding us staring into the eyes of a horrid beast

We had to take that oath

Forever since then we never looked up or cried out in pain

So, what if we have had to sow are lips & taken that oath

At least we were still on earth

But even though we just kept walking

The End