Friday, July 29, 2011


Critical heartbeats flourished down the tips of my body.  My thoughts, on the verge of extraction. It is always the similar dream, the indistinguishable silhouette. Creep around a maze you've created; my brain has given up it's ability to function.  Acid spills on moments that seem to been abandoned.  A flick of the switch, smoke appears.  Inhaling the toxins dispersed around the emptiness of desire.  Inhale, exhale...  I wish to die a slow death.  Prefer to see you suffer while I rise above the debris.  No, there isn't a smile that appears across this mere countenance.  Just a simple sigh and silence of a lovers past fervor. 

Stay Lovely,
Francheska Natalia

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