Sunday, 30 January 2011

Breathless (Nina.S 08.11.10)

Flooding my sorrows with tears,
My heart beats and drops at peaks.
The blood is no longer running through my veins,
But painfully it creeps slowly, slowly

Claws of life scratching at my body,
The weight of a mountain sitting on my throat.
Air feels too light to breathe in,
Suffocation is a glimmer of hope for non-existence.

Feeling content.....

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