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I absorb the memories ,
standing arms outstretched,
against the wind.
As I I'm face down in the river.
While I beg for my own death.
I absorb the energy.
The residual ,
of buried friends.
Of all the ones who can't speak.
Through white noise we connect.
and I say-
Take me ...
I'm holding onto guns.
In masturbation motion,
echoing sounds inside dark rooms.
I ask-
Help me...
I'm dragging sharpened blades.
In desperation motion,
Talking ghosts inside dark rooms.
standing arms outstretched,
against the wind.
As I I'm face down in the river.
While I beg for my own death.
I absorb the energy.
The residual ,
of buried friends.
Of all the ones who can't speak.
Through white noise we connect.
and I say-
Take me ...
I'm holding onto guns.
In masturbation motion,
echoing sounds inside dark rooms.
I ask-
Help me...
I'm dragging sharpened blades.
In desperation motion,
Talking ghosts inside dark rooms.
Published 9th Dec 2015
| Edited 10th Dec 2015
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9th Dec 2015 5:47pm
"Through white noise we connect" I like this line..makes me think of white Boise that shows up on TV that allows paranormal activity to occur...love the imagery of how you chose to use it as your connection. Nice write
9th Dec 2015 10:37pm
