Walk slow
Soul pains my spirit waning
.....
The vivid imagery,
..Visiting..
Broken
Dreams brings
Woe's
To
...Me...
Although
Truth be told
Without
These painful
Things....
Would ever I truly touch euphoria and such bliss ...
Without first plummeting head long into the abyss.....
Have no way to stop .... In full knowledge...
No resolve left . .with . .
5 digging.
And
10
Burri-ing ..
"My grave"
That is.....
.....
And halted
Eyes closed
One painfully swollen ******
Irritated pink pulsating pinky fingernail holding me half torn off
With lemon vinegar a salt on it .....
Then to hear the words .
I love you...
.........
I cry on a regular basis.
.....
From sadness to bliss .
Even the randomness and whatever this is ...
Im jazzed to be hear with ya'll