catalyst
the catalyst dripped
from the bag down
a steady sound, like
a gentle beat of the
iv, as it emptied itself
into her veins, ever
steady, steadier than
her heart even, but
she still
will
not
stir
as
it
fills
her
veins
slow
drip
drip
goes
the
iv
beep
beep
goes
a
monitor
all connected
to her pale weak arm. she's far gone, but in her mind, she paints pictures, places only the living dead can see, and one in particular:
the place oceans bleed into the sky
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inspired by that one song by whatchamacallit.... I can remember the lyrics :P
but yeah i was bored one night a few months ago and i jsut found this on my ipod... I was super tired xD as you can obviously tell by the randomness :P
