Floating - into you.Mature

Spin me, I'll tumble. I'll fall. I'll fall.

Look inside my heart, you'll fall upon pebbles of torment, stones of misery and rocks of suffocation.

Spin me harder. Its falling apart; you're dying. You're dying.

I can feel your breath running short, your eyes narrowing, your heart slowing. 

Spin me again. Its blurry now; world turning into images that seem to merge with one another, colors pouring themselves onto each other. 

I jab my finger nail into your flesh, and smear a little of your blood onto my skin. 

You, Me.

Me,You. 

The End

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