The storm has gone
It's eerily quiet
As darkness creeps in
I try not to fight it.
My body is broken
****** and mangled
I hug my knees closer
My heartstrings all tangled.
My skin is stripped away
Taking my protection
My thoughts are dull rusty blades
Cutting deep, horrid infections.
Jul 28, 2014
Jul 28, 2014 at 3:52 PM UTC
The storm has gone
It's eerily quiet
As darkness creeps in
I try not to fight it.
My body is broken
****** and mangled
I hug my knees closer
My heartstrings all tangled.
My skin is stripped away
Taking my protection
My thoughts are dull rusty blades
Cutting deep, horrid infections.
Please, don't leave me alone...
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