Leaves Become Most Beautiful When They'Re About To Die
leaves become most beautiful when they're about to die
nightmares i have they come in threes. i'm running for you, you're running from me. i see
this when i'm dreaming, see that everyone is staring. away away away you're pushing. mind
over mind. taking over. eating me up. how did i get to this place? how did i get in this state?
no hand to hold, to squeeze in fear. so now my muscles atrophy and my brain progressively
deteriorates. i lose my grip. i fall forever back. and back. and back. and down. and out of
any sort of consciousness. what the fuk happened? figure this out and make it withdraw from
my soul. i'm sick of this infection.
Copyright © Jackson Wood | Year Posted 2010
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