ick.
walking,
listlessly.
grey eyes
wandering ceaselessly
unfocused.
wet at the edges.
watching now familar streets
slowly slide by.
feeling the weight
of a million pounds of nothing
crushing my shoulders.
the hooks tearing
holes in leathery wings
as the chains they drag
catch on the ground
under faceless people's feet.
warm air
breeze down the corridors
brushing against my exposed legs.
sun through clouds
flat colorless light
making everything shallow and pale.
wiping memories without looking.
archiving what i think i need.
knowing i don't.
reminds me of the second time
i followed you home.
77%
mr. molko rasping in my ears.
see you at the bitter end.
listlessly.
grey eyes
wandering ceaselessly
unfocused.
wet at the edges.
watching now familar streets
slowly slide by.
feeling the weight
of a million pounds of nothing
crushing my shoulders.
the hooks tearing
holes in leathery wings
as the chains they drag
catch on the ground
under faceless people's feet.
warm air
breeze down the corridors
brushing against my exposed legs.
sun through clouds
flat colorless light
making everything shallow and pale.
wiping memories without looking.
archiving what i think i need.
knowing i don't.
reminds me of the second time
i followed you home.
77%
mr. molko rasping in my ears.
see you at the bitter end.