Rot.
It made sense of course
To bleed after you’ve fallen down
But I never fell
I simply basked in the pain and torment that left me rotting beneath the moon
It ate me alive- All that I felt and all that I didn’t
I was drained of all things
Good and bad
Especially love
Entirely hollow from the inside out
And now I believe I must die
On this frozen December ground
With my skin soaked in my own blood
The end.
New Shoes
Fri 21st Feb 2025 03:54
Finding what true love is, is seeing that you are inseparable from it. Finding a rhythm to incorporate what you love can be a challenge, the mastery is in the details. The energy is out there waiting for you to find it.