I was lying on the icy cold wooden floor. Lying flat on my back as the shadows dance across the walls. Pencil thin blue smoke swayed lazily in the wind. Broken wine glass scatter on the floor, like broken pieces of life as the red stained floor gives the impression of bloody murder on the dance floor. Naked bodies against the dead wood. Almost like being kissed by death. Angry red marks on wrists and soft tender kisses to soothe them.

The lights blind me as I kill myself with all these choking emotions.

breathe // dream

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