Those with melting skin
Running after me though
Years ago I’d been
Crumbling with them in the snow
They want my life
And my freedom to thrive
But though it’s rife
Some nights I dive
Into fields of frost
Burning all I am
Where I choke on exhaust
Where I’m overran.
Feb 27, 2020
Feb 27, 2020 at 11:02 AM UTC
Those with melting skin
Running after me though
Years ago I’d been
Crumbling with them in the snow
They want my life
And my freedom to thrive
But though it’s rife
Some nights I dive
Into fields of frost
Burning all I am
Where I choke on exhaust
Where I’m overran.
Written before I relapsed
KK
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