Current mood:
pessimistic Category: Writing and Poetry
i lash out fierce
a blade but only
words can pierce
just tell the truth
i beg of you
and you'll lessen the blow
i'm forced to endure
while you steady lift the weight off one
the pendulum spun
i'm on the run
the hole it grows
i fall down faster
gravity rips through the air
i gasp for
more and more
you choke it out
till i take no more
the blood it clouds
my pupils
i see
nothing but you
my life, my death
my heart pursues
~Ashley M. Carter~
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