Ache
Ache
I shake
In the light
I break
My need
It feeds
Cut
I bleed
Im caught
It grips
I slip
I stare
it drips
so red
i bled
lost
in my head
cant stop shaking
cant stop moving
cant stop thinking
cant stop losing
cant stop the motion
back and forth
its my devotion
offering what im worth
there is no emotion
only this curse
it builds
and tightens
and grips
and whitens
welling up
it looks so right
Copyright © Jeremy Moore | Year Posted 2011
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