you created this
can’t you see? it’s you
the way you want to be.
a bright flare
of pure white light, stark
against the bloodied canvas
of your reality;
your hands
reaching out
emptily
towards salvation
stop it.
they aren’t going to save you.
who’s going to save you?
me
you’re going to save you
Mar 11, 2019
Mar 11, 2019 at 8:56 PM UTC
you created this
can’t you see? it’s you
the way you want to be.
a bright flare
of pure white light, stark
against the bloodied canvas
of your reality;
your hands
reaching out
emptily
towards salvation
stop it.
they aren’t going to save you.
who’s going to save you?
me
you’re going to save you
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