,
You felt like glass shards,
Falling through my fingers,
Icing every bare inch of my flesh,
In hot red blood,
You felt distinctly tasteless,
Like dirt,
And rock,
Destroying my organs to pieces,
Oh how I do mind,
Can't you ever mind?
You are broken, and pathless;
Staring into bleak remorse.
It won't whip you back,
Because it knows that you'll eventually punish yourself,
Do you feel ; the way I felt ; how does it feel
Nothing.
I feel nothing no longer I've become
A crevice.
I feel nothing anymore.
You should be scared of me.
YOU ARE READING
Somnolence - III *Editing*
PoetryLet me tell you, Why I can't sleep at night. From Faded feelings and Empty Thoughts, came a deep somnolence .. where I desired to rest for an eternity. | book is probably completed for now, even though I don't want to let go | Editing slowly
