I'm seeing doubles now.
I need an emergency.
I need a call of something other than hope.
I want to see what kept me grounded, even if it seemed like I was distant.
I tried everything out there.
I even tried the extremes.
What ever works to get away is a savior.
I hear their voices saying everything I've hated.
I feel them pushing me closer away.
Everything I'm seeing is drowning in droplets of pain and tears.
My body and face is dripping of rusted colors and salted wounds.
I reach around for a savior.
Everything is dissapearing into the darkness.
I can't get a grip on the ground.
The sounds are getting duller but the pain never numbs.
My body's ache is like ice to fire.
The steam is my excertion to keep up and win this fight.
I look around for a simple measure of sanity remaining.
The temperature is hitting the negatives.
Every feeling gets rejected.
All I feel anymore is the steam.
I want to reject every piece of resistance.
You try until you break.
Where is the breaking point when you have nothing to fall for?
 schirdy · Sun Apr 12, 2009 @ 08:04pm · 0 Comments |
