That feeling when you are all out of breath, all out of words to write.
That feeling that suffocates you from the inside out.
Tearing away every bit of inspiration you have left.
That feeling that consumes your lungs and tries to suffocate you...
That feeling that consumes your head and tries to drive you insane...
That feeling that consumes your stomach and tries to make you sick...
That feeling that consumes your veins and tries to make you bleed...
That feeling that consumes your entire body and tries to shut it down.
And guess what...
It's working.
Its tearing away everything I have.
Its consuming every atom of my being.
Sticks and stones leave bruises and scars; yet they dont hurt as much as words.
But I choose to still get up.
I choose to still fight it.
No matter if all the odds are against me.
Im coming back stronger after every blow.
After losing myself,
After losing everything I have;
What do I have left to lose?
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Chronicles Of Midnight
PoetryComposed of poetry and ideas and scenes from short stories that I probably wont write. A bunch of thoughts that might or might not make sense. #unorganized It gets better the further you read, so just keep reading or skip a few. Me.
