Solid Abstraction

Lecturas 65
Votos 5
Partes 8
Hora <5 mins

Lecturas 65
Votos 5
Partes 8
Hora <5 mins

Brittle nails
    Scratching dry skin
    Cold arms
    Holds tiny frame
    Crushing bones
    Into dust
    
    Dust turns to dreams
    Dreams turn to nightmares
    Nightmares turn to reality
    And there is no escape 
    
    Transparent eyelids 
    Blink ever so slowly 
    Showcasing glossy eyes
    Blue orbs
    Empty blue orbs
    
    Tiny frame
    Becomes even tinier 
    Brittle nails 
    Become even more brittle 
    Dry skin
    Becomes chapped 
    
    There never was anyone holding tiny frame
    Tiny frame
    Was holding 
    Herself.Todos los derechos reservados

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Brittle nails
    Scratching dry skin
    Cold arms
    Holds tiny frame
    Crushing bones
    Into dust
    
    Dust turns to dreams
    Dreams turn to nightmares
    Nightmares turn to reality
    And there is no escape 
    
    Transparent eyelids 
    Blink ever so slowly 
    Showcasing glossy eyes
    Blue orbs
    Empty blue orbs
    
    Tiny frame
    Becomes even tinier 
    Brittle nails 
    Become even more brittle 
    Dry skin
    Becomes chapped 
    
    There never was anyone holding tiny frame
    Tiny frame
    Was holding 
    Herself.

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