Falling

falling in,falling out,

falling through star covered skies- 

falling into strong arms, 

falling down dark alleys,

and falling,

stumbling into sheets of strangers-

his hands are rough,his skin is tough,

his tongue travels fast,

its over as soon as it had begun-

the night falls across the room in stripes 

the moon's fingers crawls up the covers-

coming for me,

searching for me,

trying to save me from sights i've already seen.

 

 

 

i'm falling farther from the light,

my mangled soul prefers the dark,

the sun burns my skin so i bury myself in these arms-

i don't know his name, 

and i don't need to,

this is my one night home,

i'll disappear once his breathe evens out

and his body goes limp...

he is so heavy, 

his weight suffocates me,

deadweight that reminds me 

my life is not my own,

my body a toy for the ones who find joy in its broken bones.

the smoke is thick,

and i fall into it-

the pills in my hand fall down my throat,

like so many other things that follow suit.

i see no faces,

nothing is familiar,

i have no friends here.

my hands makes an alliance out of the little friend of the boy next to me-

he's been staring at me for a long while, y'know? 

perhaps i can make his bed my new home....

falling in,falling out,

falling through star covered skies- 

falling into strong arms, 

falling down dark alleys,

and falling,

stumbling into sheets of strangers-

his hands are rough,his skin is tough,

my head spins fast,

a bad choice,

on an even worse night,

a little over sixteen years and i've already seen too much

of this pitiful world,

this desolate existence,

after sixteen years of falling,

my life is over as almost soon as it had begun.

The End

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