I followed the rabbit of despiration down the contradictory hole.
It lead me to believe I could have anything.
But what if what I wanted had no name.
What if what I needed came in the form of a still beating heart.
My flesh was crawling with want. Lust. Desire.
I needed it. I wanted it.
Hopeless and weary, I craved it in an ugly and filthy fashion.
My bones ached for the touch of something real. Something that could feel.
I was ripped of comfort and replaced it with grit.
**** out the pure and pour in the damage.
I don't want to leave.
I can't.
I'm stuck.
Simply, stuck.
Mar 24, 2013
Mar 24, 2013 at 8:29 PM UTC
I followed the rabbit of despiration down the contradictory hole.
It lead me to believe I could have anything.
But what if what I wanted had no name.
What if what I needed came in the form of a still beating heart.
My flesh was crawling with want. Lust. Desire.
I needed it. I wanted it.
Hopeless and weary, I craved it in an ugly and filthy fashion.
My bones ached for the touch of something real. Something that could feel.
I was ripped of comfort and replaced it with grit.
**** out the pure and pour in the damage.
I don't want to leave.
I can't.
I'm stuck.
Simply, stuck.
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