mossy dagger
My body is left in the dark, unaware of the context
While my brain plays tricks on the information it gets
I need to get rid of the torment of thoughts, light up a cigarette
Hopefully my selfless reflection won’t lose the Russian roulette
Smoke can’t hide what makes me upset, the thing I can’t seem to forget.
Walking
Falling
I watch my glass shards scatter like broken figurines across the depression-ridden room.
I essentially spin around in place in my tomb.
The more I escape from the depth, the more I sink into it.
The vast threshold is about to seal the exit completely
Where the sun hugs the ocean the day rolls into night
Promise me, myself, we will see the day when the torture comes to an end.
blissful swallow
warped sierra