mere words are nothing to this feeling. a sinking peace. all breath being ripped away. and my existence is compressed into this form of a lifeless shell. every thought is poison to my mind. and trust is something far from spoken, when decay walks and dead are awoken. torn, i look to sit within this, tunnel of spacial abyss. but whispers scream to reach out, for the hope of a hand.
Lilu_Teus · Sat Apr 06, 2013 @ 01:15pm · 0 Comments |