moments

desolate

"we need to talk" were the four words that lead to my complete and utter desolation.

The state of remoteness that stole all my words and took my whole world away.

Obliterate my bones,

but please, 

make me feel alive.

plead-fully spoken, but meaningful, nonetheless.

Put me to death, 

crucify me.

i'm subsisting only by little.

don't let me breathe.