Anorexia Summer
- AK
- Oct 11, 2018
- 1 min read
Those faint summers back in July
Days were passing, and I felt high.
High in spirits, high in disguise
When dark crept up I felt alive.
Nights under the discotheque heat,
Now the only hours when I would eat.
Moments filled with friends, now in retreat.
Moments filled with laughter, now skipped heartbeats.
Those faint summers back in July
Days were passing, and I felt high.
High in spirits, high in disguise
When dark crept up I felt alive.
Spreading a life of its own
I let it flourish, let it thrive.
From my own eyes it ran to hide,
Nearly to the point I died.
Those faint summers back in July
Days were passing, and I felt high.
High in spirits, high in disguise
When dark crept up I felt alive.
The soul, whilst dormant was reliving
The happiest memories through my thoughts,
Shocked at the existence I was now leading,
A life in extinction, which I never sought.
Those faint summers back in July
Days were passing, and I felt high.
High in spirits, high in disguise
When dark crept up I felt alive.
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