DARK THOUGHTS

June 19, 2015

They weigh me down.

To the extent of suffocating me at the bottom of the ocean with no hope of rising for oxygen.

I will drown.

I feel death’s grip tightening around my soul.

She’s an addict and her cross-hairs are pointed on me.

 

I’m her prey.

I’m being hunted and she’s going to catch me.

I never realized how she had my scent.

But I’ve finally figured it out.

She smelled my negativity.

It was glowing like a beam of light for her.

I’ve been festering these emotions for what seems like a millennia.

 

It’s second nature really.

That seems to be my downfall.

Lousy way to go.

Here I am and I can see my darling approaching,

 

I can taste her lips on mine. 

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