It creep-ed up on me.
Like a dampness in my bones,
or a shadow in the many cracks of my skin.
This eerie breeze found its way between my existence, and my uncertainty.
Repetition in my mind,
a wobbling and restless insanity,
and it ate away at me.
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 12:03 AM UTC
It creep-ed up on me.
Like a dampness in my bones,
or a shadow in the many cracks of my skin.
This eerie breeze found its way between my existence, and my uncertainty.
Repetition in my mind,
a wobbling and restless insanity,
and it ate away at me.
