Flesh

Updated: Jan 25, 2019

'I’m so used to be alone , I’m tired of caring '


Flesh


I found peace in the dramatics of my own silence


In the quiet space between my flesh and bones


The charisma in my soul , desperately trying to escape


Falling so hard into a black hole of tenderly pain


Heartache , and confusion 


There’s a lack of confidence intertwined with violent rage of sacrifice

 

Bare the change , as the hole becomes deeper


And the hold latches on tighter 


As a flick of the finger let’s go 


And a single match turns into flames 


Burning down every bridge , connecting to that 


tiny space between 


Where the flesh withers away .. becoming nothing

 

But dark ashes .. that’ll be blown away .. 


slithering into that black hole.. where it never truly left ..

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