No screaming but just empty words being whistled.
Picasso’s blue period is nothing compared to the silence in my voice.
There is no need for a choice.
No right choice can be taken under the illness of a broken minded idiot.
The unbreakable mind.
You keep yourself in a box with a locket under your uncomfortable bed. Still a safe bed.
Get up and feel the life going away softly, delicately, quietly.
Break up with the mirror, it is a horrible clock ticking.
You forgot the keys. So lost.
Now I am finally thinking.
#Picasso wasn’t that blue. (Comments really needed)
indigo forge
wraith oak
"No screaming, just empty words whistled into being"
would make the first line have more impact. Taking out connective words and moving other words around is good to do, even just for editing practice