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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