starts off, feeling like
ants crawling under
my skin, all over
my brain
i tear at my flesh
as it siphons away
all my energy,
my life force.
unsettling, the way my
stomach drops, heart roils
a breathlessness I can't run away from
the ineluctable plummet.
this feeling, threatens
holds hostage my lifeline
grips tight claws around my heart,
IcantbreathIcantbreatheIcant-
it dons red, dancing at edges of my
Vision, taunting, mocking, and
I struggle, but yet another familiar wave
washes over me, and I drown again.
it sinks its fangs in, send venom
shuddering down my spine, whilst
burning me alive, ardent
but my hands have never so cold.
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《headspace》
Poetrysometimes, the world gets too much and i can't help but feel inundated. so i cope in a way where the words flow uninhibited and my thoughts run free. this is a graveyard, and herein lies all the things that i can never say aloud. poetry by astoria_...
