Leave the room
🌊Solace

A cold case

Nanda Regine

Tears hover below my eyelashes in comfortMy breathing uneven like a rusted chords tuneI just couldn't comprehendThe darkness in your eyes... Darkness coming from youMy iron tongue turns to rustLacking bullets to protect myself from youMy voice goes astray as my tears flee my lashesYou laid your hands on me... Not a dream, it's trueCountless times my body interrupts the floors silenceEven more times the rude departure of my blood invade the tilesThe louder my cries become, the louder the echo of your torment sang back to meI can't breathe, I can't feel, I'm becoming fragileI'm now a prisoner to my insecuritiesMy scars electrify my eyesEvery. Time. I look at myselfI am strong and I won't denyAs I cryThe feeling of your hate will forever grant me with fearThe fear that you...Loved

— Nanda Regine

From “Inside Her Roses”