Chase Of Agony - Poem by angel lockheart
Sitting on a deserted park bench,
The rain whispers down onto my unguarded skin,
Drenching my hair,
But I can’t feel it.
I stare into the sky,
But I don’t see it.
Salt mixes with rain on my lips,
But I can’t taste it.
My mind has departed from my body,
To a memory that hasn’t yet been.
It’s the only way to slow my body from breaking,
Because each second I don’t think of you my heart stops,
And pain starts to chip away at my shell,
Willing me to break, because then it’ll finally stop this Chase of agony.
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