Sure I breath I do have a pulse I still excist But I am not living I am just waiting for death to end this I am already dying inside But my existence is never fading I am still here Breathing they same air as you
Your lips are lined with silver, sharpening as you steadily mark what's yours. Your long hair flows in the wind created from my breath being taken away. I want to explore what you believe and see where your boundaries end. Take my hand and let me pour myself into you.