I felt like a walking corpse. A zombie with a shattered dream. A bastard of human being, collapsing in a plastic scene. I Provided you with oxygen. When i was tossing in my rotten sleep. We were toxic for eachother, the causes always mocking me. I blocked it from my vision. Could not commit to my forgiveness. Could not move on from my position.locked within our prison. Your mind wandered . Looking for a bed to rest. I popped my knuckles while steppin over severed heads. I felt your touch cut holes like shrapnel. A feeling thatll crush bones into gravel. I consumed everything you fed me with a smile stretched across my face . Even when it tasted awful i didnt say a thing. They wanted us dead. And they burried us both. In seperate graves and seperate names.we were barely afloat.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Jun 2014 20:59:29 +0000
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