The victim

by hellodeathmylove   Jun 4, 2007


Cold concrete to my face
Rough and scouring
the need to sleep so overpowering
Heavy surrounding shadows
Warm tar so thick
Trying to move my fingertips
Taste the sulfur that I bleed
Floating the puddle is an ocean
My pool
A curtain so soft
Dark velvet veil
Break through
I'm free

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