A brick, a bag of rocks, an elephant.
Visualize it in any form, pressing down on my chest.
Every hour, every minute, every second,
The space between it and my heart escapes me.
Lying there paralyzed by shock.
Sobbing and screaming, it is coming for me.
Before I can think about what I am doing,
I have to say goodbye to the one I'll never meet.
The mask is a drug, which allows them to suck the life out of me.
The mask is off, and I was right. It came for me. It is here.
Asking me where I am, and what I did.
While I tell myself I made the right choice, there's no going back.
It suffocates me.
How long before the brick, the bag of rocks, the elephant collapses into my heart?
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