Heated pulse against enchanted lips,
yet the moment slips its hold on me.
I can’t resist the will of him—
but my heart begs to slow it down.
Save me from the hell I’m entering.
Touches turn into a stale corpse,
marks me with tarnished brands.
Choking spirit silently leaving—
drifting aimlessly in the undertow.
Something dies within me.
Panic enters my breath,
with nowhere to escape,
so I disappear with the darkness,
hoping for anything to make it stop.
Tears in eyes—
was that what you needed?
Stealing pieces of me,
as if collecting heartaches,
savoring each heartbeat like torn pages—
read and thrown into the fire.
Apr 18
Apr 18, 2026 at 5:21 PM UTC
Heated pulse against enchanted lips,
yet the moment slips its hold on me.
I can’t resist the will of him—
but my heart begs to slow it down.
Save me from the hell I’m entering.
Touches turn into a stale corpse,
marks me with tarnished brands.
Choking spirit silently leaving—
drifting aimlessly in the undertow.
Something dies within me.
Panic enters my breath,
with nowhere to escape,
so I disappear with the darkness,
hoping for anything to make it stop.
Tears in eyes—
was that what you needed?
Stealing pieces of me,
as if collecting heartaches,
savoring each heartbeat like torn pages—
read and thrown into the fire.
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