Touch the shadows.

Do you dare to knock on the door of my mind ? Where cobwebs cling to memories i never signed. Would you read the letters i never sent ? Bleeding ink on paper that still smells of regret ?

Tell me -                                             When the night chokes and the         silence screams,                                   Do your demons speak in broken   dreams ? 

Touch the scar -                                   No, not the one you see,                        The one i hide behind every "I'm fine,"  carefully.                                             Does your hurt echo like mine ?             Or are your ghosts quieter, More rèmed ?                                                 

Let's make a pact-                                       You speak a truth- I'll bleed a line.           You show a bruise. I'll show you mine.

Whispers crawl where light won't stay,  We were made from ruin, not meant to pray.                                                          So tell me, Stranger behind this    screen,                                                    Do you still chase peace or just keep it unseen ? 

( Now you:).                                       Write the next line-                           What do your shadows say ?