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Often I find it Hard to tell if I am suffocating, Since the fetid scents Of ghosts and ghouls Are so intoxicating. They wrap my head Tenaciously. I forget how to breathe. My throat is tied, My lungs, they writhe As carbon starts to seethe. I feel my blood Howling in pain As air around me boils. Feel my heart thump, Only to stop And force my muscles’ coil. The friction tears Through beating skin, My blurring senses wane. My rotting mind Induces haze And thoughts are none but vain. Losing focus, Losing time, Feeling the world just pass me by, I feel that as I fall from here I’ve abandoned my design. My pain’s replaced With deafened peace, A fraction of the abyss. And lying there, So restlessly Leaves no room to reminisce.
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Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 9:10 AM UTC
Glass in a Salt Wound
Often I find it Hard to tell if I am suffocating, Since the fetid scents Of ghosts and ghouls Are so intoxicating. They wrap my head Tenaciously. I forget how to breathe. My throat is tied, My lungs, they writhe As carbon starts to seethe. I feel my blood Howling in pain As air around me boils. Feel my heart thump, Only to stop And force my muscles’ coil. The friction tears Through beating skin, My blurring senses wane. My rotting mind Induces haze And thoughts are none but vain. Losing focus, Losing time, Feeling the world just pass me by, I feel that as I fall from here I’ve abandoned my design. My pain’s replaced With deafened peace, A fraction of the abyss. And lying there, So restlessly Leaves no room to reminisce.
This is how it feels. This is how it feels. This is home. This is how it feels. This is home.
#falling#sense#wound
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Nov 22, 2024
Nov 22, 2024 at 9:10 AM UTC
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