The endless trickle down my neck reminds me of you
The memories like warm honey that dry into a sticky mess on my back, pulling me down to earth whenever the next fall is taken
I can't hold in the rasping breaths that plague me, hyperventilation crushing the base of my skull, a fight for my conscience, my concious
I can't see the end of this now as I know it is near, I can hear it. I can taste the bitter synchrony of our thoughts, and I give my final look
One last trickle, my darkest friend.
Dec 15, 2017
Dec 15, 2017 at 12:24 AM UTC
The endless trickle down my neck reminds me of you
The memories like warm honey that dry into a sticky mess on my back, pulling me down to earth whenever the next fall is taken
I can't hold in the rasping breaths that plague me, hyperventilation crushing the base of my skull, a fight for my conscience, my concious
I can't see the end of this now as I know it is near, I can hear it. I can taste the bitter synchrony of our thoughts, and I give my final look
One last trickle, my darkest friend.
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