The world is teetering
Tethered by a withered string
And gravity is pulling it taught
And now it’s crashing
Louder and louder
The shards splinter my skin
And rivulets of blood
Turns to rivers
You hear a sigh
Of relief
Of regret
Of release
As you find me
Drowning in a pool of my blood
Apr 25, 2019
Apr 25, 2019 at 11:02 AM UTC
The world is teetering
Tethered by a withered string
And gravity is pulling it taught
And now it’s crashing
Louder and louder
The shards splinter my skin
And rivulets of blood
Turns to rivers
You hear a sigh
Of relief
Of regret
Of release
As you find me
Drowning in a pool of my blood
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