• silent death

    by  • March 23, 2014 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 0 Comments

    Your strings
    around
    around and all over
    the me
    of me.

    Why is it
    so moist,
    so damp,
    so indescribably..

    Tears
    grow over
    grow over to catch all
    the me
    of me.

    Why is it
    so indefinite
    so stiff,
    so overwhelmingly..

    A knife
    cuts all
    cuts deeply
    the me
    of me.

    Why is it
    so heavy,
    so hard,
    so infinitely..

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