Breathe MeDefinition: Breathe.1:a: to draw air into and expel it from the lungs:respire: to take in oxygen and give out carbon dioxide through natural processes.b: to inhale and exhale freely.2: To live.I was just a grain of sand, a water droplet swallowed up in the ocean of fabricated feelings and shredded paper, dyed red and pink and bleeding down the worn, yellowed walls of my high school.It was was a week before Valentine's Day.I was miserable.The paper hearts, the pantomimed feelings, they were all too much. It was as if Saint Valentine was laughing in my face, mocking me in my loneliness
it was as if someone wanted to watch me fail that day.I caught myself staring at you as you passed me in the halls.Help. I have done it again. I didn't even see Daniel's fist until it connected with my jaw.I heard his friends laugh.Pain surged through me, bone cracking as I fell into the lockers.I have been here many times before.I watched in silence as he strode u
Linger onThe touch of your fingersthey linger onleaving scarsthat I can not rememberThere is nothing in my heartGot a bullet in my trustI am ripped openby friendly fingersleft openfor the hungryto feast on my fleshand I wish I could flyhow badly I want to fleeStay out of reachStay up in the cloudsHowoever I am stuckthe grip is to firmyou fingersthey hold meand linger on
Living DeadI awake with worms crawling inside, dying from infectionMy gut dug into, fractured ribs, missing some intestinesMy jaw is broken, hanging open, I'm blind in both my eyesLimbs locked by rigor mortis, a pitchfork sticks out my thighThe only pain I feel is a constant aching hollowImpulse to fill the void has me in search of ones to swallowI hunger for the living... I've lost my grip on sanityCravings control this corpse to turn on crying familyI'm all regret and rot, they're blood and snot and tear bubblesI wish I could resist... but the empty sickness doublesI bite into the necks of the ones I once protectedChew away their flesh and leave their pleas neglectedI can't escape the filth ingrained in skin; it stains my mindI'm covered head to toe in wounds, bloody brains and grimeCursed to feed again, no end until I've lost my headThe night forever haunted by the marching genocidal dead
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