the familiar feeling burns my throat,
and no matter how hard I
try,
I cannot swallow the sensation
It is stuck there and it
seems like I am choking,
suffocating
I am spiraling downwards into
the darkness.
It envelopes me,
silently laughing at me.
The blackness is
all I know,
and I welcome it with
open arms.
It numbs me.
And I am stuck here
because I cannot explain,
cannot put into words ,
how the inky tendrils that
coil around my mind,
blossom into something
far more dangerous in the
pit of my soul.
Feb 24, 2018
Feb 24, 2018 at 4:02 PM UTC
the familiar feeling burns my throat,
and no matter how hard I
try,
I cannot swallow the sensation
It is stuck there and it
seems like I am choking,
suffocating
I am spiraling downwards into
the darkness.
It envelopes me,
silently laughing at me.
The blackness is
all I know,
and I welcome it with
open arms.
It numbs me.
And I am stuck here
because I cannot explain,
cannot put into words ,
how the inky tendrils that
coil around my mind,
blossom into something
far more dangerous in the
pit of my soul.
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