A fading flash of bright nothing
The numbing feeling of losing yourself
The lostness of falling dark
The crushing yet pleasant silence, like rain
Knowing you're fading into every substance
Feeling a hand in yours, warm against cold
A rushing sound
and floating
water.
Act,
on your impulse
swallow the bottle
cut a little deeper
put the gun to your chest.
~Impulse
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yeah, this one doesn't sound emo at all.
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