12/09/2017 1:40 AM in Journal (2014-current)

  • March 9, 2019, 8:59 p.m.
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HERE I AM AGAIN
DISPLACED AND DRIFTING,
FAILING NOT TO SINK
IN THIS ABYSS OF LONLINESS.

I CANNOT CATCH MY BREATH,
THIS SWEET ASPHYXIATION
THAT I KNOW ALL TO WELL
DROWNS ME IN MY SORROWS.

PANGS OF HEARTBREAK
EMERGING OUT OF A SEA OF NUMBNESS,
FEEL AS JOLTING AS WAVES CRASHING INTO ROCK.

PULLED DOWN FURTHER
CLOSER TO DARKNESS
THE SINISTER TYPE OF SAD
YOU KNOW ALL TOO WELL.

WAITING ON YOUR IDLE MIND
PREYING ON NEGLECT.


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