It's three a.m. & I am not asleep
How could I close my eyes to nights like these?
When thunder rumbles my ribcage and breathes an ache into my chest
Where water droplets drip onto my thoughts & liquefy them
Lightning coursing through my shaking veins
Every strike echoing & electrifying my brain
Chilly breaths that creep along my skin, serenading it
My cigarette with every pull more luminant
I've circumvented myself into side effects of hopelessness
The sounds of rain stripping me softly into submissive erosion..
Sep 2, 2014
Sep 2, 2014 at 8:46 PM UTC
It's three a.m. & I am not asleep
How could I close my eyes to nights like these?
When thunder rumbles my ribcage and breathes an ache into my chest
Where water droplets drip onto my thoughts & liquefy them
Lightning coursing through my shaking veins
Every strike echoing & electrifying my brain
Chilly breaths that creep along my skin, serenading it
My cigarette with every pull more luminant
I've circumvented myself into side effects of hopelessness
The sounds of rain stripping me softly into submissive erosion..
Amara Pendergraft 2014
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