Too tired to function, I'm breaking down. Too tired to function, I'm conflicted. My heart never listens. The day turns me into molten liquid, powered in worlds of levitation. Blurry-eyed when I'm red with inflammation. Hypnotised, powerless in transcendence. Ruptured under the magnetic spell of hedonism. I cast a blank stare with my vacant eyes, through the darkwood and the evergreen. In lonely moments of reflection, I hear your voice in my head. Dehydrated, I can't quench the thirst. Hungover when I wake up. I look at the clock and go back to bed, praying everything will be alright. In dreams of you I feel peace, feelings caught between my teeth. Euphoria when I'm sober, crying when I'm intoxicated on love. In blue skies of sadness I can't explain the pain, never ending torture. In dark rooms of confessions the night unfolds from the music, softly I listen.
- Author: Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: May 18th, 2021 16:45
- Category: Unclassified
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