Nestajanje

I scream from the top of my lungs to unleash my darkest fears.I know there will come the day when I can’t scream anymore,when despair makes me mute and obedient.I will thrive in the darkness, listening to my aching heartbeating faster and faster,until its wild pounding melds into one with the feverish pleas of my hungry lips.I know what will come next.We both know it.But as long as I can scream,I won’t give myself up to you.