You saw didn't you.
Yes, yes.
Her cold stare as obvious as your sunken skin,
The void engulfing you,
You aren't yourself.
Don't move,
The end has already come and gone.
As the moon lights your way to the ocean,
It's fractured even then
In the evanescence of time and space.
Heart racing, don't jump!
A haunted, hollow place inside your skull.
You know of this place,
It's home.
Cry now, don't cry later.
Jan 18, 2015
Jan 18, 2015 at 9:37 AM UTC
You saw didn't you.
Yes, yes.
Her cold stare as obvious as your sunken skin,
The void engulfing you,
You aren't yourself.
Don't move,
The end has already come and gone.
As the moon lights your way to the ocean,
It's fractured even then
In the evanescence of time and space.
Heart racing, don't jump!
A haunted, hollow place inside your skull.
You know of this place,
It's home.
Cry now, don't cry later.
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