What hell it is to live and breathe.
However, I do love this hopeless recital,
of throwing myself off the nearest cliff, and live.
Only to be disappointed that it did not hurt.
That in fact, I had not felt a thing.
Sure some time wasted, a taste of dirt.
Oh, pleasure in my sheets, but no hearts ring.
To feel that rush again, of falling!
Swiftly, sweetly, almost sickeningly.
A fantasy. Characteristics of you, my darling,
is what I fall for, each and every time. Jokingly.
Nov 23, 2014
Nov 23, 2014 at 10:23 PM UTC
What hell it is to live and breathe.
However, I do love this hopeless recital,
of throwing myself off the nearest cliff, and live.
Only to be disappointed that it did not hurt.
That in fact, I had not felt a thing.
Sure some time wasted, a taste of dirt.
Oh, pleasure in my sheets, but no hearts ring.
To feel that rush again, of falling!
Swiftly, sweetly, almost sickeningly.
A fantasy. Characteristics of you, my darling,
is what I fall for, each and every time. Jokingly.
