Wednesday, May 25, 2011

Immobile

I never thought it was possible to be more broken.

Sinking never ends, never hit a bottom.

Lower and lower I'll drown now.

No one to rescue my broken bones.

Breathing disabled.

No surface, just ice.

An empty place for hearts to fall,
You'd never guess they're broken.

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