hands getting heavy,

as the weight of the world makes no sense,

the act of betrayal

consumes my everything,

slow footsteps that knock the

tectonic plates to their roots.

whisper a little closer,

tell me why i'm loved but don't

forget to blame me, softer;

young me feared the force of

the water, yet chased a tsunami

made out of sins.

hands up high, fist connecting with my jaw, like i outran time and life, dark paradise, created by the liquor and the look in his eyes.

the same look of lucifer, but he had promised sins;

droplets of blood.. and a punch to the rib, flaming raging eyes, but i almost drowned.

i almost have.