|I feel the heat pushing on my| cheast
•I know, It want to pull me down•
|I see the sun above my head|
•It burns my skin•
|I try to drag me out|
•Kiking around, just like a ghost•
|But I can't bear the world|
•My weeping eyes•
|There is a glow|
•Somewhere•
|And I can't stand the shine|
YOU ARE READING
~Pink Belch~
PoetryJoin the chaos of my thoughts, sometimes my mind puke something I need to share
