Gravity
The rain washes all away
But it doesnt reach the depths of my disgrace
With futile breathes
My soul treks forward
With each step my soul falls
Dragging along each puddle of mud
Each rock cuts through
Each pebble scratches my surface
The deeper I plummet
The more pressure that builds
It crushes, and consumes my being
Forever buried under its weight
Such pain and loss
Leaves my lungs empty
No where to go, no one to see
No one to hear my shrill screams.
Each moment of loss
Each pound of pressure felt
Buried under others lives
Its this feeling of suffocation
that cripples my form.














Devious Comments
rather read tragic poetry than stuff about unicorns and rainbows and other happy bullshit
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"Squeeze me baby, 'till the juice runs down my leg. The way you squeeze my lemon I, I'm gonna fall right out of bed!"
Yeah, that's right. I said it.
Led Zeppelin =
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