don.t .let go.

what am i becoming
a shell of wants and fading screams?




i am lying here
staring holes into endless spirals
splitting tears into mist
while pain
eats away at my pulsing
drowning what strength there is
to withstand
the needs


i am running
to the opposite
of falling
but the scenery
is all the same

.


.


.


don't
let
go


.