fRi.day - feB.ruary 6th, 1987

long,

deep

corridors,

hallways

echo,

sounds

millions,

scream.

a breath

I take

could mean your death.

A Mountain

of bodies.

meaningless

souls.

an echo of you,

haunts me

cold.

A Window opened,

two eyes.

(in love)

a mountain

of bodies

needing

my soul.

To lock,

with a key

To break free.

A window is open

if only...

I could jump.

 

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