13/08/2015

Cuss That Shit

Three years down
Yet the heart still pounds
Why
Does it still scathe?
Self affliction
Ripping, beating
Not fleeting
It was thought to be joy
Intoxicating elation
But the absence
Is obscuring the station
One moment
Time
Will tear you to shreds
Please
Stay level, my head
Letting go
No more theatrical
Following blind
There's no better reason
My will no longer bind
Keep me off the ground
I beg of you
Don't let me drown.

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