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NO MORE PEOPLE PLEASE
When reminded I'm alive.
When the nerve endings pulsate.
Feeding the demons,
feeding the weakness.
Energizing realization.
When I'm cut short of prayer,
and my movement is chained by agony.
I reach for the golden structure.
The gothic angel,whom pulls me up,
with no hesitation,
and makes everyone else disappear.
So I can focus on relief,
as I blend with death.
When the nerve endings pulsate.
Feeding the demons,
feeding the weakness.
Energizing realization.
When I'm cut short of prayer,
and my movement is chained by agony.
I reach for the golden structure.
The gothic angel,whom pulls me up,
with no hesitation,
and makes everyone else disappear.
So I can focus on relief,
as I blend with death.
Published 5th Sep 2015
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5th Sep 2015 12:10pm
Anonymous
6th Sep 2015 00:48am
Hard-hitting write. Leaves me with a sense of helplessness.
