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Rather drowning in a riverside, pockets full of rocks,
Or cooking your head as a roast beef
Inside the oven.
My greatest fear
Was creeping behind me.
So I decided to cut the gap between myself and her, jumping into thin air
I showed my arms as I was spreading some wings that weren't there anymore
Shed one last tear before it all began.
Thoughts coming, running, overloading
My last but strongest enemy
Shall be destroyed now.
Was death only a statement
Or a horror tale to be told at night?

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So maybe the lovers
Hate to love.
But then, what would that makes us romantically?
Hopeless and desperate
for a longing feeling
We will never get to really know.
Our thoughts flow and bloom
Like liquid modernity,
Like a flower in dirt.
I am digging too low?
Six foot deep hole in a heart
Whose owner doesn't feel anything.

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I choose not to be free.
I am able to sell my freedom
and as a oath,
I will belong to you always.

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