Snowflake

This is where I should be
This is where I used to be
Her lips on my shoulder
Her eyes, heavy, on my back
Laid upon a bed of desire, it’s ironic.
We used to hate each other
we used to hurt, stab, scream and swear
now we just fuck in silence
so-called life
just an empty shell
load up and.. shoot, at least it will fill up the empty air
hypocritical being, never was authentic
what does it mean, anyway?

void.. i scream, but nothing comes out
it’s stuck in me
erratic breath, soon comes to an end
hysterical laugh, echoing in my head
my eyes, bloodshot, glancing at you through a veil of white pain
a snowflake in a sea of blood