lost,
but don't want to be found
above the clouds,
but still drowning
letting everything crash over me
and the past to take over the wheel
this endless pain,
is cruel, just cruel
poison boiling deep down in my veins,
vision is not clear enough to see the reality,
avoiding the capital letters in every story,
this —
is a nightmare
where its hard to look forward,
especially when,
everything's turbid and dark
we all want to be something,
and sometimes I want to —
draw my last breath,
just like a falling,
dying star.
at the end of the day,
we are all nothing,
but a speck of dust
in this universe
YOU ARE READING
Dancing In The Rain Alone
PoetryCopyright © December 2020 by Mystital - pain emanating as noun, adjectives and verbs, you're about to read what's going on in my mind, welcome my dear to my very own abyss. All rights reserved. Every single part of this book belongs to me.
