My skin screams for release
My bones thirst for strength
No paint on my blue nails
No baggage left to lose
I stood at the brink
Looking into a hole without end
A downward flight towards nothing
Towards empty
Towards void
Towards a frame with no picture
Yet the vacancy is addictive
The cavity creating warmth
A blanket of negation
A veil of desolation
So close to my demise
And I’ve never felt more alive
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oh i love this
Brilliant!
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