I think I can hear my heartbeat in my ears
in the corners of my eyes
when I look down at my hands
they shake the soup from my spoon like childplay.
I’m cold.
not physical mental dimensionally cold.
I’m a wall of ice and stone.
my thoughts and feelings sink into concrete
and harden into my bones
thicken my exterior
I’m dreaming of a way to get away
from the sins I’m bound to commit.
to you
to me
to god
my spine does so much work
for a still lifeless form
When will I fall apart ashes to ashes
rust through rust
I can’t seem to feel more than tin emptiness.
Feb 6, 2015
Feb 6, 2015 at 11:00 PM UTC
I think I can hear my heartbeat in my ears
in the corners of my eyes
when I look down at my hands
they shake the soup from my spoon like childplay.
I’m cold.
not physical mental dimensionally cold.
I’m a wall of ice and stone.
my thoughts and feelings sink into concrete
and harden into my bones
thicken my exterior
I’m dreaming of a way to get away
from the sins I’m bound to commit.
to you
to me
to god
my spine does so much work
for a still lifeless form
When will I fall apart ashes to ashes
rust through rust
I can’t seem to feel more than tin emptiness.
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