Clicking Sneakers on deep grey gravel grounds.

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tw: drug mention + overdose implication, slight imagery of self harm.

her feet tattered upon concrete,
a needle beneath the sole of her shoes,
like some sick sort of repeat,
and the breaking of a red quick fuse.

and as fast as she ran,
she could never keep her feet off the ground,
or at least for a long enough span,
to be able to hinder the sound,
of clicking sneakers against cold measly gravel,
enough to distort the thoughts beneath the dead,
the dead within the thoughts being plucked at by a shovel,
that hid deep within the depth of her bed.

and that blade of blood hidden lust,
was left neatly within the sleeve,
for not yet long enough to create a decay of dust,
and not long enough quite for anyone to believe,
that the deep within of fire in her soul,
was just the beginning of a dreary midnight blue sky,
and that the skin of her porcelain doll,
was the very thing that would make her fly.

and the slices weren't just slices of hope,
being torn from within,
the needle was never quite enough of her favourite shoot of dope,
and she couldn't run from the very kin,
the ones who landed her in this position,
of gasoline fuelled house fires,
stealing the magic from a magician,
and tearing the lies from liars.

one hit was never enough,
two , three to begin,
and no amount of any sweet talk of bluff,
would hide a bottle of something yet within,
from the truth hidden in the drawer,
or the cigarette laced woven box,
that was neatly hidden within the ground of the decor,
and buried beneath the socks.

she kissed the sky as she fell,
to land on her knees at god's feet,
and there it was that ring of a sweet hell,
and the sounds of an upcoming defeat,
but she should've seen it coming from the shoot of dope,
and knowing she was playing with fire,
but all she needed was a way to cope,
with a lack and loss of her desire,
to keep going this way despite the sensation of god's eyes burning her soul,
her life to be banished beneath,
taking away any and all control,
to give it to the ground of satan for him to seize with his teeth.

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