Secrets Revealed

Nostalgia strikes again. It sucks.

Sweet, was the air I breathed once.
Now it is as if I am no longer breathing.
If I am;
I inhale fire.
Exhale blood.
A thorn forever in my heart...
Unable to remove.
The ripping sound echoes in the air.
The ripping of my soul.
My very self.
Shredded into millions of pieces.
Smashed into thousands of shards.
Scatters onto the tiled floors.
The cellos in the background.
The violins play...
They play the breaking melodies.
The shattering pieces.
Unleashing the secrets.
Every single, solitary word kept in.
All stained.
Tainted.
Buried.
Once forever concealed.
Now released into the air.

Author's Note

I apologize profusely for any flaws. xP
This is what Nostalgia and post metal-core music does to you.

Reviews

[Veronica]

I felt your anguish in this poem. This is a very deep and raw poem. I love it.