11-22-15
I'm running.
My lungs burn and ache as I inhale smoke,
A haze in my soul.
I'm not who I used to be,
I'm a thousand things at once,
Flipping through my own personas like it's a game.
I'm too easily influenced,
My bones vulnerable and my mind craving a kind of high I can't pursue.
I feel my legs will give out underneath me
But I push myself.
My body is mechanical.
I can't stop running.
I get addicted to running on nothing,
Hitting rock bottom and not stopping until I decay.
- (m.m)