twigs dangling from their medium.
bodies tearing,
aortas stretching.
smoke doin' the tango with the esophagus.
salination forming in the crusts of receptors.
i have no concept of time
other than it soars.
i am a bald eagle,
soarin' high till i am shot down,
left on the ground.
love don't live here.
embrace me till the sun rises.
i wanna stay down
'cuz it feels alright.
i am at the bottom.
and I kinda like it
struggle for me.
Nov 26, 2014
Nov 26, 2014 at 7:03 PM UTC
twigs dangling from their medium.
bodies tearing,
aortas stretching.
smoke doin' the tango with the esophagus.
salination forming in the crusts of receptors.
i have no concept of time
other than it soars.
i am a bald eagle,
soarin' high till i am shot down,
left on the ground.
love don't live here.
embrace me till the sun rises.
i wanna stay down
'cuz it feels alright.
i am at the bottom.
and I kinda like it
struggle for me.
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