. by skyblueskin-
feel the hands of purpose grasp at your wrists
and guide you
what i'd give to taste the metal
have it bubble in my throat ,
the smell of the steel under my flesh
taste the flavour of self isolation
the knot in my stomach
tied into a bow
pink like ribbons ,
dripping with shame
what is life
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04 Aug, 2025, 1:43 am
gentle breaths that burn your innocent lungs
the scents of greed intoxicate you
04 Aug, 2025, 1:44 am
what is life without that thought
the one you try to hide below
in the depths of hell people call your mind
that thought that haunts you
the words you live by
04 Aug, 2025, 1:45 am
the smell of home seems so distant
so vague
the faces are blurry as you try to recall them
you lived your life perfectly
or so you thought
04 Aug, 2025, 1:46 am
you okay? /genq
04 Aug, 2025, 1:46 am
yes
04 Aug, 2025, 1:47 am
feel your chest struggle to rise and fall
youre being strangled by their expectations
04 Aug, 2025, 1:54 am
@JuniperStar yah im,ok
04 Aug, 2025, 5:47 pm
can you feel the writhing heap of maggots?
encumbering over your festering wounds
eating away all feeling
you are the flesh they adore.
they thrive off your infection
live off of your bitterness
taste your greed