LONG NIGHTS

Blood shot eyes

have become the best of me.

 

The heaviness,

never lessening,

pours its way through,

 

melting the tunnels of veins,

crushing it all in.

Look at what I became.

 

Broken and confused,

a sad refuge

to where I escape

is hidden in the depths

of the faceless reflection in front of me.

 

I’m moving in circles

all while plummeting down.

I’ve covered my eyes

because if I don’t see it,

it can’t be the truth.

It will all just be lost to the darkness.

 

Like me.

 

Like you.

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