Sunday, December 3, 2017

Exquisite pain.

It's taking that puff of smoke
Into your black charred lungs

That glass overflowing with alcohol
Making its way to your failed liver

Staring at the Sun with your naked eyes
On the day of an eclipse

Crossing blindfolded
The highway connecting the busiest cities

The days you realise the life in you is slowly dying
Yet you crave to live one more second of it

To experience this exquisite pain
Which kills you, making you aware you are still alive.

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