the bugs crawling, decorticating my skin,
my thorny spine trying to escape
as my mind starts sinking,
making me aware of every part of my body
the attentive audience of all i perceive to be staring at me
Deserted
i thought, maybe isolation would get the better of me
as ever inch of my soul leaves my autonomy
Floating
in a state of fear, but yet bliss
i see vivid colours melt in the sky
Deteriorating
but i am away from all the fear,
i am away from my self
as soon as i venture back,
Falling
i am scared once again
Apr 5, 2019
Apr 5, 2019 at 7:25 AM UTC
the bugs crawling, decorticating my skin,
my thorny spine trying to escape
as my mind starts sinking,
making me aware of every part of my body
the attentive audience of all i perceive to be staring at me
Deserted
i thought, maybe isolation would get the better of me
as ever inch of my soul leaves my autonomy
Floating
in a state of fear, but yet bliss
i see vivid colours melt in the sky
Deteriorating
but i am away from all the fear,
i am away from my self
as soon as i venture back,
Falling
i am scared once again
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