Why does one feel the need to taunt fire.
Dangle just above.
Inticing pain.
Disregarding consequence
As if bathing in such might just scorch away the sins still felt.
From the last searing moments.
Is it hope.
This irrational graspless object.
That most won't leave the house without it.
Tomorrow..
Must be the time in which truth is found.
Even if questioning existence to faceless figments is the requirement.
Over and over does the rabit hole disintegrate the mind.
Until.
The next choice is presented.

Soaking in the calvery hills,
I am pressed againts..

bearing the gethsemene of my heart

.... he surrounds me

that dévil..
I know where it leads me
Drowned in chest below
and head

[useless]

and weary above water

...I feel nothing

Piering my eyes across the surface of the water
dark walls play an abstract to my empty dreams
left me optionless but I am not dying

...Not just yet

...But I am already gone

I have seeped my veins
I have wept the countless moons
But it wont end my fears

...it's cold in here

But I am still numb
Reaching deep on the inside not
to find anything emotional
I just want... life

...to never end
in the ones I love so much
more than I am supposed
to have loved myself.

(CRITICAL INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
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