My house has always been on fire
Why does it only burn now
The wounds has always been there
Why do they only bleed now
My senses are heightened
My fears suppress me
They're screaming
I can't decipher what they're saying
But I know it's awful and dreadful
I just know it
my senses are numb,
Lifeless
I'm drowning,
I'm not agitated or frightened
I feel no urge to swim or fight the storm coming
I let it take me with it
I just let it
You know what's worse
I know something terrible is coming
Something I'm not strong enough to fight anymore
This monstrous feeling eats me up
Then I wonder when it all started
I'm in defeat
It's coming,
once again I'm helpless.
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ETHEREAL
PoetryElegant, exquisite, beautiful. Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems not to be of this world. It's a language so soft, soothing and calming. It's beautiful and understanding yet so absurd to us. It reaches the deepest parts of o...
