Silverwares

Like silverwares waiting to be polished
A box

Made of gold

Made of coal

Made of emerald

Made of dirt

Waiting to get cleaned

Like silverwares waiting to be sparkling

A box

Made of depression

Made of desperation

Made of suppressed memories

Made of pain

Waiting to get cleaned

So heavy it's looking for help

So painful it's looking for drugs

So hard it's planning to give up

Like silverwares, only waiting

A box

Wishing to be dead as a silverware

-Naytica-