The sound of the rain mimics my racing heart
The thuds in my chest beat against my aching ribs
I am being abused
by the looks of things
...
Bruised
The sound of the rain mimics my racing heart
The thuds in my chest beat against my aching ribs
I am being abused
by the looks of things
it may be fore the best
The oxygen is being robbed from my lungs
and with every breath I cringe
With every clap of the thunder
I begin to unhinge
Lost in what began as pain
I surrender to the darkness
Welcoming it's warmth
I relish in it's tight embrace
The grasp pulls me down
and what once was a tender caress
is now a suffocating hold