AlphonseFakia

Mixture Sinking into the pores, The essence soaking in, Breath lingers on the surface, Taste is growing thin. Colours blur and swirl, Feelings of now melting, Thick and drowning more while, This time is now sweltering. Consume the world around, Leave nothing in the wake, What started as a drip now, Ending up as a lake.

Echos I feel it sinking swiftly, Deep into my bones, Going in so deeply, Searching for a home. The heat is ever sickening, I've lost the need to breathe, My pace is ever quickening, Hoping to dissolve. Got me in it's hold, Skipped a beat to another, The air getting cold, Paralysis teeming 'round. Closed my eyes to think, I thought of you again, Finding out that hidden link, Not searching for the end. Echoing sounds in my mind, Slowing growing sane, Love the body always finds, And keeps you safe at bay.

Giving myself another chance... Well, I've given myself many chances in life, while other people haven't. What I've given to myself, others have just wasted it away. I've had these conditions of mine for much longer than I care to think about, and tried to hide them just as well. When, at a young age, you're faced with scary feelings and crying at virtually nothing, you get weird looks, you get told to get over it, when you don't even know what's happening. At that point I gave myself a chance, subconsciously, because I was too young to contemplate anything darker, however I often thought of running away, living in the park's woods, and not g