I am alone now.
The sound of your smile in the dark irks me.
Even if I never hear it again,
the soft crackle of your lips to your teeth as you stress your skin and bunch your eyes makes me sick.
Your cold, medicated, coffee breathe.
Laced with death and the inability to escape it.
I wore your charms as graces, pinching my skin.
But I have no where to run.
My mind is an enigmatic maze, and you are every dead end.
Apr 25, 2014
Apr 25, 2014 at 4:19 PM UTC
I am alone now.
The sound of your smile in the dark irks me.
Even if I never hear it again,
the soft crackle of your lips to your teeth as you stress your skin and bunch your eyes makes me sick.
Your cold, medicated, coffee breathe.
Laced with death and the inability to escape it.
I wore your charms as graces, pinching my skin.
But I have no where to run.
My mind is an enigmatic maze, and you are every dead end.
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