Angela-a

Delicious Decay

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



  • Author: Angela-a (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2022 15:06
  • Category: Sad
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