myrebelyell

Open your eyes. You won't find me here. Are you alive now? Floating into nothing, my spine twists with the waves, echoing those venomous words, who are you, who are you. Break through the surface, inhaling poison. My hands grasp the edge of the sky, jagged like broken glass. Can you tell me what death feels like? Is it part of the canvas left blank, that we must paint? My paintbrush is motionless creativity drained from my hands. I've lost my way now, dawn bleeds into a dead sky. Each fragile butterfly surrounds me, threatening to suffocate us with their wings. Even as I fall through time, where are you? Your voice calls to me thr