May 2012
her heart bursts open as it beats,
for one last act of pointless percussion,
she cries, "you are part of my perfect prison."
this tender poison;
an anesthetic apathy,
I am here, don't you see me?
*******, I'm alive!
I am.
growing.
for one last act of pointless percussion,
she cries, "you are part of my perfect prison."
this tender poison;
an anesthetic apathy,
I am here, don't you see me?
*******, I'm alive!
I am.
growing.
