Flecks of Life
By walkersway
You are the slow toxins I purse my lips to breathe, choking me with affection a gasp, a sting of air and an exhale soothing and poisonous at the same time you glow lightly and hiss, whispering promises of more. I am convulsive in my addiction I tap lightly illusion of flecks of white drift to the blackened grave. tap,tap repetition keeps you useful, tap,tap repetition keeps me satiated tap,tap repetition keeps my death alive you a quicken mirror of life I draw from you and sooth my creativity I draw from you and enflamed my numbness I draw from but you are no more...This is about vices. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 09 2002 03:42 AM PST 0 • 10
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"You are the slow toxins I purse my lips to breathe,..."