Frantically unraveling into the throat of the earth
Throbbing molecules quilting the fabric of my minds eye into infinite horizons
Spoonfuls of dust embroidered in my hair
Branches woven into the groves of desolate despondency
My body clutching feebly into a mute embryo
My tongue silenced into a spinning crimson ocean
Tilting uncontrollably kissing the hard gravel
Oct 21, 2014
Oct 21, 2014 at 1:02 AM UTC
Frantically unraveling into the throat of the earth
Throbbing molecules quilting the fabric of my minds eye into infinite horizons
Spoonfuls of dust embroidered in my hair
Branches woven into the groves of desolate despondency
My body clutching feebly into a mute embryo
My tongue silenced into a spinning crimson ocean
Tilting uncontrollably kissing the hard gravel
Don't mind the lack of punctuation and errors I'm just so tired of it all. These thoughts invade my heart and the anxiety I feel is unreal. Sorry to vent.
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