My fingers were aching
arched toward my throat
The numbness couldn't block the pain
and my eyes were searching past the empty faces
I felt my feet hit the ground
as I fell in your puddle
Where self-righteousness hit me like a brick
and I knew that I was losing you
time's ticking hands were calling
pulling and pushing
me
Past a time where there was more than the surface
more than the mirrors you crucify me in
A heart stops beating when
ice hits the veins like lighting
You were suffocating me
in the form of my own self doubt
Clinched.
Not just my teeth
my fists are sick of scraping around
on the ground fighting your vain battles
I'm done with you.
Author notes
I wrote what I felt.
A contest entry
- I hope I never feel this... by Cannonsfire.
1750 points, ended August 21, 2008, 26 entries
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Is it shallow? No, it is in fact very deep...and shallow needs to be the periphery of thoughts, the petty ones rather than the ones that make you ache.
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I tried a different angle than myself feeling shallow, I was losing someone who had become shallow and viewed me with judgemental eyes.
thatks for your comment =D
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