something you would tell no one

the words in your mouth cant describe

the horror built up in your gut

like the mottled play of bruises on skin

color seeping past thin layers

light plastering your ceiling in a collage

plastic smiles filling up the room

miles of silk and fame

but it never touches your trembling ears

catching fingers melting into snow

the wind will howl past you

the echo will haunt your visible breath

and you will bend to the aching wind

your mind a shallow hollow

and time will slow for a single second

the murmurs ghosting past

like bubbling laughter from deep within

you'll cry, a sound from beyond

a sob that breaks from your very soul

and then the tears will come

cascading raindrops, or falling dew

it doesnt matter if you knew

for nothing can peel back the layers of despair

that cling as cobwebs do