Locked inside,
entombed within,
a mind made up of stone;
She tries to tear,
out of her skin,
while clinging to her bones.
Locked inside,
entombed within,
a heart frozen stiff;
She tries to feed,
through punctured veins,
while cutting snow-line sniffs.
Locked inside,
entombed within,
a world she leaves behind;
Passed out,
in my bed instead,
she waits for me to find, her.
And I like what I find
I like what I see
I’m addicted to the addict.
By: Viraj Belgaonkar
NICE POST π
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