Slither passed the confessions.
Weave and wander out of sight
Do not let this one in,
Keep her guarded,
Smother out her light.
Should a shard remain aglow,
Don't listen to her whispering soul.
Shut her up, stomp and scream
Until the voice grows hoarse and dry
Until she's left unable to whimper.
Until you're sure she'll die.

Silent silhouettes.
Pushing closer in the night,
Filling dreams with their memories.
Bleeding and breaking.
Echoes of the past,
Slicing through the dark.