Flow

I’m walking with needles in my feet.
Can’t you see the blood flowing down?
It’s an ocean now.
I continue to walk mountains,
To an end, to a view
I don’t know much about anymore.
This journey has been romanticised, much like everything in love
To make living a little easier.
And not realise that each breath
Is a birth and death on my lips.
My teeth bite on this graveyard,
To keep the shattering within.
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~insight07
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