Dreams Die First

Ink?
Won't you
speak to me?

Please don't
tell me,
are you ignoring
me again?
I breathe heavy,
trying to force
a word
through my lips,
but something
denies
my ability.
All that slips
are muffled
pleas.
Ones no one
can even
hear.

Oh dear.
Will I have to
punish you,
Ink?
Cold remains
of that thick ocean,
trickle down
my cheeks.
My insides
are leaking.

Twisted fury,
words I don't
understand.
Behind a metal door.
I'm blinded
by their
fear.

Something slips
past my lips.
Punishment.
He echos,
his voice runs
through all my veins.
Breaks them.

Convulsive pain,
throbs endlessly
throughout
my body.

Knives etch
closer.
Taunt my skin
to bleed.
Let us soothe
your burning
skin.
They whisper
in my ear.
Their voices
trail along
my skin.

My arms
are sewn
by needles
and thread.
I drop those razors'
luscious figure
after they bite
at my skin.
Screaming mayday,
electric in my
ears.

The thread
pulls tighter
and static
pins my ears.
Sorry for doing this,
but it must
be done.
Throbbing displeasure
incapacitates
my hearing.

"Axton!
Help me.
Make it go
away."
The big body
strips me
of my stitches.
So it's come
to this.
My arms
shoot up
and cover
my bleeding ears.

"Axton!"
I cry to him.
Yes, Ink?
"Make it go away!"
What?
The noise?
"Yes!" I wail,
pleading
with my screams.
That's impossible.
Penetrating cries
slip from my lips.

Press my cheek
to the
box
I'm contained in.