Death angel //vent//
Crimson floods the tasteboods blooming flowers of metallic taste Jotting down the words to explain my actions or tell you how i feel seem like a chore my dear. And now it seems as self defense my brain has shut me out, locking emotions away and replacing them with one reduntant thought: tired. My writing now becomes dull because i cannot reach into the depths of my mind and pull out the feelings I need to export into my words to bring them to life. The passion and empathy that had once made me such a loveable and loving companion has been replaced by longing and tiredness. As i wait for you to return i become.e more tired by the second. I am not strong enough to hold myself together alone. My fear of dissapointing you My fear of loosing you My fear of not having you Exeeds the tired in my eyes-the wish for the sweet sleep of death My fear of losing myself makes me able to draw another breath from my creaking aching lungs. I do not want to base my existing for you off of fear And I know I know its a evil wish but I hope ypu return soon.
- Published June 10, 2020, 22:25
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- in Vents (gore possible warning)
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