gasping for air is necessary

after long straides alone 

with just the piddle paddle

of thougths and emotions

the world around you overwhelmingly

sucking every piece of you it can taste.

It dries you up the wall.

To the ceiling.

What the hell is going on.

But that my friend is what is in my head

those are are the words that trickle down my veins 

how could it why would it be

any other way 

i say and beg

take me, take me please

take me to that dark place in the shadows

where noone dears to look

where demons have nightmare about

Take me there because there is the only there

where it can opened up

ripped apart to its core 

most of all free


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Grant-Grey Porter Hawk Guda

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