silverperfume

Dying inside... feels like a myriad of embers blistering, scorching away from the inside, slowly rising from the depths of consciousness as the realization strikes; hitting hard against the already present subconscious bruises. Pressure building... like steam in a ventless room. Choking and sputtering for the unattainable air. Watching the silvery steam taking ghostly forms; Hauntingly beautiful, yet deadly as arsenic. Eyes close ... All the colors fade away; dark and cold, stillness, surrender. Shut away all emotions, torn to ribbons, falling like stars out through the dissonance that is; has become dead quiet... Sti