As if being found matters

[el azul sol]

It Hurts
Throbing with neverending thoughts
I need something...
it needs me!
Can it cope with souless disater
Must it flow through the veins
Can it destroy
I don't need it
Yet I decay without the god of cures
I hear it knocking
calling
echoing off every thought
a valued piece
soon gone
to turn into what desire.
am I I lost?

 

[ice-9]

i like this, very sincere writing.
great screen name, btw.