Unzip my skin...
there is nothing,
only
a hollow carcass mass,
drowning
within bleeding dreams.
A recluse to societies eye...
My soul is caged
within the walls
of the minds conscience.
A failure within the spirals of life.
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Unzip my skin... there is nothing, only a hollow carcass mass, within bleeding dreams.
A recluse to societies eye...
within the walls of the minds conscience.
Author notes3. Poet's Challenge: 55 syllables In a listA contest entry
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