Toxic Pleasure Poem by Jacob Andrew Jarman

Toxic Pleasure



Inadequate my words
written on the glass
my eyes blind open
my breath my last
I press my hands
upon your flesh
to free me from, prisoning mesh
the walls cave, the air thickens
pathetic my screams
lies, my dreams
I try painfully
i cry loneful
I pray

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