i try to not let myself drown with the taste,
with concious effort as of best,
follow by a laugh so humourless.
i close my eyes and ignore the loud beat in my chest,
and decide to count the imaginary sheeps in my head:
YOU ARE READING
everyone dropped dead (but i'm left standing)
Poetrycollection of thoughts i'd wrote down before i went tango with satan. --- ©blowmesmoke, 2019
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i try to not let myself drown with the taste,
with concious effort as of best,
follow by a laugh so humourless.
i close my eyes and ignore the loud beat in my chest,
and decide to count the imaginary sheeps in my head: