Current Mood: Piffle
Current Location: Half Way Up the Stairs

Entry tags:

muse

Lazarus Emotion

Lazarus Emotion

Every time it ends

It ends so deeply

So cold and crushing

We cannot see the bottom

So soon, there is

No up,

No down

No light above

Immobilised

Crushed

Stripped of volition

Overcome by pressures

We cannot withstand

Let alone fight

Though strike out we do

In futile hope

Or habit

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