his whisper lingers in the air over and over i inhale his breath knowing if i didnt id soon suffocate his hands growing to be the carbon dioxide that fills the drink going down my throat
its not him that i fear nor the hell he put me through but the way he left me as i cant stand any better than how he said i would when he was through with me but that was years ago now my minds more cloudy than the smoke that emitted from his mouth
that night i was supposed to "see heaven and its stars" now im wishing to be one of those stars or the devils servant below if i must or even a speck of dirt soon to be lost in a nonexistent form of life with no closure but no pain
it sounds so much better than living in the shadow of his words and by the grasp of his hands
god im so sick its been this way before winter hit my nose has been running and running i cannot smell a thing i cannot see a thing and im starting to question if what im really taking in is his alcoholic breath
*it wouldnt be the first time i guess.
this is going to be a night of over posting ill apologize now before the wave hits