When Midnight is Becoming of You

Breathe. Breathing. Does it help to breathe in.

Cigarettes help her breathe.

She looks down at her feet, she can’t seem to understand the feeling.

Darling, the midnight becomes you, so there is no need for sleeping.

There seems to be something out there to dread.

She doesn’t seem to be able to dream yet.

To sleep yet, hold in the stars, slipping under your eyes.

Take what you can.

She’s holing on to the feeling, not yet breathing again.

Crippled with the things that haven’t happened.

Go down, wake up, screaming, driving, dreaming, crying.

Darling, the midnight becomes you.

 

(Anxiety)

Love, Lilvxd

 

 

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