i bite down to taste blood,
ground myself in this plane of desolation,
to feel anything other than numb.
i share in your suffering,
where you are lost and afraid,
broken before you begin.
i put my hands out into the stillness,
but it is hard to reach you,
in the dark alleys of your mind.
i close my eyes against the change,
selfish, scared, swallowing every regret,
where it resonates in the notes and chords.
i would trade places with you,
if only i could see your light shine,
beautiful smile and hazel eyes.
Aug 10, 2020
Aug 10, 2020 at 4:05 PM UTC
i bite down to taste blood,
ground myself in this plane of desolation,
to feel anything other than numb.
i share in your suffering,
where you are lost and afraid,
broken before you begin.
i put my hands out into the stillness,
but it is hard to reach you,
in the dark alleys of your mind.
i close my eyes against the change,
selfish, scared, swallowing every regret,
where it resonates in the notes and chords.
i would trade places with you,
if only i could see your light shine,
beautiful smile and hazel eyes.
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