the cracks in the shades
make stripes along my sheets
eternity and death
laying beside me
it's time for them to leave
but their promises
will never vacate
the indentation on my mattress
their breathing, their whispers of truth
that progression is happening
that the world is spinning
that I am dying
spending hours assuming
that their touch will render me
into anything but a funeral
pacing in a skull
when they leave, I
am sure they will never
return. for this figment of my
imagination, has ended me
Mar 23, 2017
Mar 23, 2017 at 3:48 PM UTC
the cracks in the shades
make stripes along my sheets
eternity and death
laying beside me
it's time for them to leave
but their promises
will never vacate
the indentation on my mattress
their breathing, their whispers of truth
that progression is happening
that the world is spinning
that I am dying
spending hours assuming
that their touch will render me
into anything but a funeral
pacing in a skull
when they leave, I
am sure they will never
return. for this figment of my
imagination, has ended me
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