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My skin clings to the water Entombing the silky moisture Sweating out the hate Floundering for life I feel my heart slow In tempo of a cursor Some things you tell no one Stash them in a corner I cease to skim the surface Returning wistfully to the depths Air is no longer a measure It is but a worthless element A useless component of the slot machine The happiness I breathe fails me once more I cannot feel the world I wish to touch the silence Air thick as mud closes in Wrapping my lungs in iridescent twine Laughing at my empty blood Letting memories drain away I tried she said The room was just too small People closing in like animals Spectators of the layers of time With one who passes The other shall rise Or so I thought As the fluid drips A glow A whisper Perhaps a chance To prove them wrong However difficult To break the grasp A capsule of twisted ebony Takes another victim
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
Slot Machine
My skin clings to the water Entombing the silky moisture Sweating out the hate Floundering for life I feel my heart slow In tempo of a cursor Some things you tell no one Stash them in a corner I cease to skim the surface Returning wistfully to the depths Air is no longer a measure It is but a worthless element A useless component of the slot machine The happiness I breathe fails me once more I cannot feel the world I wish to touch the silence Air thick as mud closes in Wrapping my lungs in iridescent twine Laughing at my empty blood Letting memories drain away I tried she said The room was just too small People closing in like animals Spectators of the layers of time With one who passes The other shall rise Or so I thought As the fluid drips A glow A whisper Perhaps a chance To prove them wrong However difficult To break the grasp A capsule of twisted ebony Takes another victim
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Apr 28, 2015
Apr 28, 2015 at 8:54 PM UTC
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