Tick, Tick, Tick...



Here lies my thoughts, feelings, loves, woes, tales, truths, fears, and dreams. Writing has been a place for me to test my boundaries, experiment with everything people don't accept me to be in person. With text, I am free.


Sunday, January 23, 2011

Come on, touch me. Show me you're imperfect, too.

The sockets where I could once see,
give way to the emptiness of my dreams
and the abyss of thoughts slowly killing me.

The fear shows the truth can cut like a knife,
violently shredding everything inside,
and the blood leaves me without essence to breathe.

All I hear are these voices,
silently screaming, begging, pleading
Dying for more than this perpetual nothing
sealed with a kiss

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