Each day flying by like a shooting star in the dark night. The desire for eternal sleep is slowly fading, yet there is nothing holding me back from ending it all. I am still dancing on the line between being or not being, like a ballerina on the edge of an empty stage. Each move closer to the cold grave, each jump that could be the last time i fly- the adrenaline is whats keeping me going, after love, hope and lust just left me to die.
YOU ARE READING
The thoughts of moonlight
PoetryAll the feelings of the night, flowing from word to word like a sad song. And i dance to that song on the edge of living, wondering which move will push me over and free me of my pain.
