Pulses are numb at this extreme.
To the point where you know that breathing is the hardest I'll do.
Razors in my throat from the tears on my sheets.
You say alright, yet, I'm to believe.
If it is true, what am I supposed to do?
Smash any truths I old, or just continue on like it never matter.
The more concerned, the more the razors push into me, stabbing gently so I don't know.
Breathing is the hardest thing I've done.
CHOKETRENDKILL · Thu Jun 28, 2007 @ 04:08pm · 0 Comments