It is cold dark and humid, inside my mind.
Unbearable really,
Like a fresh wound being drenched
In alcohol.
There is something not right,
i can't explain.
My heart doesn't beat status Que.
Sometimes i wish i was drowning
in an empty abyss.
Looking at the world in
redundant motion,
Alone.
i am always alone.
Even with one hundred people,
i sit in
solitude.
1 comment:
I loved this piece a lot, my friend. I think the line breaks definitely made it. :)
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