The devil who ate my words
I don’t know when it began nor even how it started.... I can’t remember that day when I first encountered the devil that change my life… I can’t even remember when she started knocking at my doors… and eventually enters my temple and eat every single word that I once used to create a beautiful song… I couldn’t even tell how long I’ve let her cover my mouth and gain power over my body, depriving me from my own freedom to express myself. All I know is that it’s been a quite so long since I had my freedom to speak my heart out. It’s been a long time since I’ve become who I am right now, Miss Cat got your tongue, the dead kid who sits at the corner, Miss Voiceless… I don’t know when did I started sighing these words… “the devil ate my words” with a soft (sad) laugh at the beginning. But all I know is that, not a single day in my life I hadn’t use that line. It almost become my favorite line, but It wasn’t… I never wanted to use it… but I just couldn’t help it…