metaphore
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ink is bloodand this pen is wired up to my heart,rather than pop another antacidi’m gonna bleed onto this pagemy anxiety, alienation, and ambition
Your smooth hands adorned my ivory curves as though you've never had someone to love and love you back.
You followed the trail of my veins and sent electricity through my joints.
"Fear" is a pack of wolves.
A thousand furry bodies.
All the deepest shade of midnight black.
Each strand of fur is a sharp, fine razor.
Sharp enough to pierce a human's heart.
I write to free my mind
To suprise myself with what I find
It gives me wings
So I may escape and be alone on the sea
I write to free my heart
From those who tore it apart
It gives me shelter
If I Could Fly
If I could fly, I’d fly to you
If I could fly, I’d fly in the blue,
And darkness too
I would travel the globe,
And bring back trinkets and doodads,
With pictures of beyond
I pushed my hand against my chest in search of a soundbut my heart beat was no where to be found.what a tragedy I must be for my heart to have abandoned meI pressed a little harder but still couldn't feel a thing
an exhausted skelleton
merely clanking, rotting bones
huming hushed whispered memories
walking along this dark enclosed tunnel
lost and forgotten
the purposes
the motivation of continuing
