driven by the need to test out what would happen if i just jumped.
yet, rationality keeps me grounded. (literally.)
have you ever kept your eyes open at night, heart beating in your chest,
unease wrapped around you like a python, slowly suffocating you?
for the crippling fear of not waking up is quite ironic,
as i have been chanting a mantra for a while to wake up never.
yet, when my eyes close, and all i can see is blacker than the white of the snow,
i realize that these depths of hell are engraved underneath my eyelids.
to close them would be opening the gates of the damned,
and as much as i seem to want that, dread slithers its way up my spine.
chilling me to the bone, and causing my sweat to run cold,
maybe some tucked away piece of my mind would like to see another day.
maybe. (i don't know.)
- the depths of hell are engraved underneath my eyelids
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growing wings | Completed
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