Falling.
Drifting away; out of sight.
Hands slip from my grasp as you fade into the fog.
Mist covers your skin like leeches
Fending for themselves
Pulling you apart.
You are engulfed.
I reach for your fingertips
Feeling nothing but mist.
I fight for your electric shock
Spiking my need like venom
Slipping into my drink
And I sip it down.
Down poison.
The glass meets my hands without warning.
Shards fighting me back
Going under
Floating under
Gone
Mar 20, 2014
Mar 20, 2014 at 8:57 PM UTC
Falling.
Drifting away; out of sight.
Hands slip from my grasp as you fade into the fog.
Mist covers your skin like leeches
Fending for themselves
Pulling you apart.
You are engulfed.
I reach for your fingertips
Feeling nothing but mist.
I fight for your electric shock
Spiking my need like venom
Slipping into my drink
And I sip it down.
Down poison.
The glass meets my hands without warning.
Shards fighting me back
Going under
Floating under
Gone
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