My breath
Must be
At the price of
A cut
A scar
The scarlet beads
Will slowly seep away
And drain my veins
But
They will fill my lungs
With the air I need
And eventually
I shall fall into a
Dreamless sleep
I was never meant to breathe
~r.w.
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 5:08 AM UTC
My breath
Must be
At the price of
A cut
A scar
The scarlet beads
Will slowly seep away
And drain my veins
But
They will fill my lungs
With the air I need
And eventually
I shall fall into a
Dreamless sleep
I was never meant to breathe
~r.w.
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