its this feeling...
a feeling like thousands of vibrations hitting my skin
like a volcano ready to erupt...
like its already erupted but it slower than usual...
its not a stinging pain, but a warm one
hot and strong, like the anger and sadness is making me it own
like hot coals down my throat
a heat radiating within...
and just as quickly as the warmth is there
it vanishes and leaves me with nothing but cold
like the coldest snow on the mountains...
like ice running across my skin...
and it...it leaves me breathless...
the stinging pain of cold,
and the corruption of the heat,
leaves me empty
no happiness, no pain...
nothing but the almost sensations of something
something that could've been
something that would've been
and it wraps inside me through the inside out
and it feels like you...
Mar 10, 2016
Mar 10, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
its this feeling...
a feeling like thousands of vibrations hitting my skin
like a volcano ready to erupt...
like its already erupted but it slower than usual...
its not a stinging pain, but a warm one
hot and strong, like the anger and sadness is making me it own
like hot coals down my throat
a heat radiating within...
and just as quickly as the warmth is there
it vanishes and leaves me with nothing but cold
like the coldest snow on the mountains...
like ice running across my skin...
and it...it leaves me breathless...
the stinging pain of cold,
and the corruption of the heat,
leaves me empty
no happiness, no pain...
nothing but the almost sensations of something
something that could've been
something that would've been
and it wraps inside me through the inside out
and it feels like you...
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