sylviasearcher

More! More! More!

All choked up with

Empty

Sickness

 

Scratching the surface

Bloody

Relief

 

Exhaling stale breath

Rancid

Escape

 

Poison seeps longingly into

Needy

Release

 

Lingering, longing, lamenting

Selfish

Loneliness

 

Wandering, waking, wishing

Hopeless

Knowing

 

Heavy, drowning, dying

Dead

Life

Comments2

  • Neville

    sound like another groundhog day..

    nevertheless, enjoyed... at least by me..

  • dusk arising

    It's like being forced to watch daytime television.



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