"Objects" (TW)
tommy07
Registrant
Pretty strong TW for CSAM, so take caution (but there's a hopeful ending at least!)
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"Objects"
From the floor
to the walls,
to the ceiling.
On the bed,
eyes looking dead,
we’re barely breathing.
The flash and
the burning bright light,
red dot effect.
You,
me,
objects.
If I could,
I’d reach out and hold your hand.
Somewhere,
in the fog,
I think we could understand.
We were just used,
we couldn’t refuse,
just forced to accept.
You,
me,
we
were turned into objects.
I remember,
how it felt.
The shiver down my neck.
The amber glow
of the candles,
beside my head.
It’s December,
the weight of hell, in heaven’s clothes.
The sound of tired engines,
crawling along tired roads.
But despite this fire, we defy the odds
and deny defeat.
You,
me,
like flowers bursting out of concrete.
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****
"Objects"
From the floor
to the walls,
to the ceiling.
On the bed,
eyes looking dead,
we’re barely breathing.
The flash and
the burning bright light,
red dot effect.
You,
me,
objects.
If I could,
I’d reach out and hold your hand.
Somewhere,
in the fog,
I think we could understand.
We were just used,
we couldn’t refuse,
just forced to accept.
You,
me,
we
were turned into objects.
I remember,
how it felt.
The shiver down my neck.
The amber glow
of the candles,
beside my head.
It’s December,
the weight of hell, in heaven’s clothes.
The sound of tired engines,
crawling along tired roads.
But despite this fire, we defy the odds
and deny defeat.
You,
me,
like flowers bursting out of concrete.