Aug 2018
A touch
smooth and still
the silk touches my back
I stand on will
black I see
trapped I feel
lashes go heavy
my mind is ready
blur to darkness I go in
diamonds appear
crystals upon my skin
fog forms each exhale
only screams I can hear
the only noise are my tears
I try to stay
yet I fall into my fears
smooth and still
the silk touches my back
I stand on will
black I see
trapped I feel
lashes go heavy
my mind is ready
blur to darkness I go in
diamonds appear
crystals upon my skin
fog forms each exhale
only screams I can hear
the only noise are my tears
I try to stay
yet I fall into my fears
I kinda imagined someone who is standing in the rain and they are so "heart broken" or broken and cold that they pass out..I don't think I did that well describing it though :/
