Pulse, by Tyler Cedric Golden Subscribe to rss feed for Tyler Cedric Golden

Can you feel it beat?
So hard, so devastating,
So seemingly, imitating,
This pulse, this feeling, is so very strong,
It has been beating like this in a sense of time, long,
It feels so wrong,
To feel this pressure,
To feel this frightened emotion of hate and abandonment,
Left here,
On the bathroom floor,
With no love or care from anyone, not any more,
Left here,
To die, in a pool full of blood,
Darkly colored, with a faint smell,
But a stronger taste,
It is hard to believe this is your fate,
With nothing left, no help, no love, no mercy,
Your sight and all other senses begin to go faint,
One thing left; your eyes close,
Any noise? Any sound at all?

Pulse………..
Posted: 2009-04-15 16:42:33 UTC

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