Adrift in a state of isolation
Wearing you like an ominous sensation
I am a dog to the tone of your voice
Adrift in a state of self-destruction
I envy your dreams like old friends
Every thought I have remains the same
My fingers slip through, a dosage of sins
A place paralysed by the bells of madness
Sweet like a symphony of balloons
Crowded rooms, death rooms, just another allusion
Rules for me, rules for you
Idle words, perfume the stains
Perfect insomniac, with your bee-like instinct
I'll eat from your palms, the lies you tell
Read well, the infatuation you sell
In dreams of truth
In dreams of shame
I wrap around you like an invisible kiss
And I feel so fucking lost
I tell you I love you when I'm drunk
And you cure my fears, as I spill like ink
And I feel so fucking lost.
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Author:
Jordan Cash (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 19th, 2025 17:13
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Comments3
A feeling of loss and desperation. Well written
A true sense of loss and desperation in this write, well expressed and written
Well written and expressed
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