Comatose
Its been dead today, dont fall apart, this sickness wont leave me alone monotone
Once black touches the water its black forever and hard to dilute. Still lost in a haze transfixed in a gaze slowly fade into the shadow of a doubt dream drip deceive releive respite repulsed by the face that stands on your shoulders hanging over me like a clouded smoke of crippled arms prosthetic disfigured laced around surrounding me in a cold nightmare.
Depressions like the souls of the dead trying to pull me down to there world slurred blurred visions of images flashing like a camera in my mind showing me the pictures of my black and white memories.
Lay down rest now so far down in the ground lost in the sound meloncholic ambience closes caress's my fragile eyes to sleep me in my dreams once forever more.
Copyright © Matthew Webb | Year Posted 2016
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