Running around
here and where,
facing each fear
when paranoa hits the pump
she haunts me,
her warmth not felt ever
is when her cries circle me,
when I got addicted to the
nostalgic remains of her memories
Awful past calls me
her eyes all dark under
when she didnt agree
with my absence that numbed her
when I was once her
The pain when she cried
I could feel the
hollow underside
when we collide
I pushed her till she peaked
and denied,
with all her cries she lied
I heard the people
who ended up inside
I went all again
when I awaited
for the fluid white
All I could see was
red noisy fluid excite
all over her
when she faded
with the panic under,
when I got addicted to the
nostalgic remains of her memories.
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