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Echoes
Touch the sun
Dripping red and gold
Held under
Drowning in a sea of milk and honey
Ripping stars from my eyes
Pulling diamonds from my mouth trying to stop the pain
Black blood in my veins
Cutting through rooms
Old man's glass eye
Walk with me to the edge
Praying to a neon god who is far too cruel
Skin rips and tears
Skies of burning red
I feel it in my chest
Taking air into the hollow space within me
Fingertips iced over
Screaming
Am I in too deep?
Dripping red and gold
Held under
Drowning in a sea of milk and honey
Ripping stars from my eyes
Pulling diamonds from my mouth trying to stop the pain
Black blood in my veins
Cutting through rooms
Old man's glass eye
Walk with me to the edge
Praying to a neon god who is far too cruel
Skin rips and tears
Skies of burning red
I feel it in my chest
Taking air into the hollow space within me
Fingertips iced over
Screaming
Am I in too deep?
Published 2nd Jul 2017
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3rd Jul 2017 2:43am
You link phrases that standing alone could refer to any addiction. Taken as a whole I can't help but marvel at the layers provided pointing to real depths of sensations.
