to taste something so vile,
As your own stomach acid,
So unfulfilling,
So agonizing on the tongue.
Simply because your discomposure overcame,
Common thought.
The flux of sentiment,
Was hastier than the physical reception.
Drowning in
Blood.
From the heart that's become comatose.
It's desire to be benevolent turned it spiteful.
Anguished it's own health for the sake
Of myself.
I need you
To save 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
