Loosely conscious, letting thoughts dance around my eyes.
A bitter experience I care not to live.
Shackles that hold and beat what's left of me.
A numbness, I delve into it.
Realizing I past that point.
I stop...
And awake...
...
I feel it's pain, sharp, like a needle piercing my heart.
Tears flowing down my face.
I collect myself, wipe the translucent scars.
and fall asleep.
...
Jul 1, 2017
Jul 1, 2017 at 7:32 PM UTC
Loosely conscious, letting thoughts dance around my eyes.
A bitter experience I care not to live.
Shackles that hold and beat what's left of me.
A numbness, I delve into it.
Realizing I past that point.
I stop...
And awake...
...
I feel it's pain, sharp, like a needle piercing my heart.
Tears flowing down my face.
I collect myself, wipe the translucent scars.
and fall asleep.
...
