⇢ half of a cup ⇠ me.

walk of flames

every breath i take is cursed,

i can't see any cure but to choke.

the edge of a knife seems so close

it's tip glimmering and dipped in poison, ready-to-pierce

the withering organ encapsulated within.

my soul

has departed far from its body.

the future seems so murky,

don't wanna look in the mirror ball.

crossroads appear before me but both

seem to point to the ledge of the cliff.

i'm confused, shattered.

i have got no capability to push any further.

keep walking,

"life moves on."

yet here i am at a standstill.

anything is better than nothing.

but is it?

that courage dissipates

the warm shoulder points away, ice-cold.

should have done something

didn't like a coward.

the unbearable heat licks and lashes away,

cutthroat and wild.

bear it all on the back,

you're not strong, keep your eyes down.

01.04.2019