Rush

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how easy it was to fall under his spell

with each encounter it only grows

where darkness shows me a light

forging my voice with every need,

spilling my darkest of desires

yet like a poison it finds me in silence

this seemingly distorted sense of reality

I’m left tripping on

piercing my veins

clinching,

desperate to hold onto any sane moment

that remains amongst voices of doubt

and yet still all I can imagine,

all that filters my mind

is when his hands will seek me out again

my poison, my pleasure my pain

my every waking moment….

 

J

3/17/2012

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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