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Posts : 36 Join date : 2008-02-18
| Subject: Goin' down. Tue Mar 25, 2008 8:56 pm | |
| The TV is on, but all I hear is silence. My eyes line with water as I stare. This blankness has painted pastel pokadots along the wall.
I hate this feeling... Similar to your heart stopping, But breaking logic. As you hear it crash against your chest.
I am stuck here. Any familiarity is stranded on and island Where my memories reside with Hades.
Skeletal fingers have killed off the weaker ones And the shadows in the woodwork- Seem to overpower fragile flowers Leaving an empty bed of weeds and mulch.
My arms are restless, yet week... And lifting even my own weight, Sends a shock of pain through my core.
I am guided only by my fingernails, That seek to scratch and rip Tear me from head to toe... Seam to Seam.
Oxygen fled long ago, And I'm left unsure- How long have I not been breathing?
Perhaps an hour for each shudder- That's rolled down my spine. It's frighteningly obvious. I've been dead for a long time.
I dream of a world where- Night and day show visable boundaries. Where we're comforted by an Ankh in the sky.
Sugar we're going down swinging, Silent rebellions, and self battles. Asphyxiation at it's finest. | |
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