(no subject)
breathing down your neck at 60,000 tons. shrinking from the cold and fumbling for the sun. twist and turn and cringe, and peer out from the dark. serenity has passed and never left its mark. crack each of your bones and pray for some disease that might pilfer your life. and put your mind at ease. 'cause numbness is not better. better is not good. so you end it here, in silence, like you should.