I Give Up
By acidcrys
Lifeless, my tongue hangs at the back of my throat. And I gag on the bitter taste of you. Trembling, my hands clench the brisk air. and I strangle the scorching feel of you. Wavering, my eyes drag to the back of my mind and I blind the intoxicating vision of you. Running, my feet slice through the grounds and I get stuck in the mud of your personality. The foul stench of its lies infumigates my nostrils The retched material of its false love sneaks inbetween my toes The determined gurgling slime of its ego climbs up my legs And I sink my hands into you staining their bravery with muck clawing away the suffocating plastered mold chipping away fingernails scraping away skin smearing my blood as your strengthening mud doesnt give way, and dries And I collapse, letting your muddy personality, your bitter taste, your schorching feel, and your intoxicating vision; seep into my pores. Claiming my soul. I give up.ahh I hope this is as good as I think it is.. Written October 16th, 2001 © on Oct 16 2001 11:45 AM PST 0 • 8
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"Lifeless, my tongue hangs at the back of my throat...."