I am relapsing
to the inexorable processes of time
The series of an otherworldly crime
A crime, to myself as it seems
Our blood is constantly
curdling, every sound
is a second I'm ignoring
I've gripped the blade too close
Minutes elapse against
an asphyxiating hold
and I hang
Right in the middle,
of a mind out of its being
A mind out of its mind
A land outside of time
slowly, it's been harder
To know where I am
In this hollow glory
of distractions, crêpe-like
fractions of thought
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Then I see the grapefruit pink
light taking over your cheeks after so many weeks Should we have to feel so bleak? On my own i've figured out I'm just scared, irrational, wired to expect the choke of my hands. Beside you I don't know what to say When you look at me that way I'm not breathing anymore I wish that I could turn back the time, to a time when everything was alright, when I was still breathing Still. |
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