Running on E, while the road is infinite. Desperation lingers in the air, the smell of it. Bombs dropped unexpectedly, literally at my feet, right here in front of me. Promises like molds, broken with suicide watches. Pockets filled with hands while heads cocked, snapped necks, trying not to watch it. Eyes see through fingers as unfortunate knuckles knock on glass windows. Curtains block light, but intentions have been foretold. Thoughts of death scratch marbles, portals to the soul. Stone feels warmer than previously, numb tips reach quickly, touch and release. Desperately in need of release. Sweaty palms sit empty, heavily engraining the engraving. Sweat drips, hips hit counters. Its just too bad they moved on without her. If love lasts forever then this story isnt over, but hearts sink faster when they are surronded by water.
Posted on: Fri, 10 Oct 2014 00:38:31 +0000
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