Gaining Stares and Satisfaction
An image in a black shadow. Count down as numbers fade. Scrawl these letters in wine so gracefully spilt. Reaching for anything to erase this guilt. Remaining comfortable within blacked out rooms. My lungs are now use to polluted air. Still unable to collect my bones and venture outside. Banishment. A lack of movement. Preserve any energy left in ones soul. In order to keep major cells working. A shell without an inner. Now alone and left to wither. A stolen soul has no chance of returning. Already beckoned towards a new owner. A mixing of electricity. Mixing of soundwaves though never quite in tune. Please let this end soon. When on earth will I be content. Of your departure that I resent. For now I will venture in solidtary. As I feel so... lured.
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