Pulling On The Electrostatic Senses Of My Dying Soul

Paid in kind,


assassination of the senses,


dragging back,

the darkness’ grip is too strong,

its call too powerful,

the allure of its touch,

the coldness,

the burn,



I am,


until the end,

if that ever comes.

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2 Comments Add yours

    1. Thanks so much, they are explosions of thought compound into words that I hope tell a tale of deceit, murder and the wish for it all to end 👍 not in that order

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