I check the air
the nervous vibrations
rising in and out
through drifting light and white lies.
im alone now,
lost in my own wordthings,
seething agony dripping out of my pen,
ripping paper with my quill,
im lost in this gripping reality,
fathoms and phantoms
chasing me everywhere,
as i drift...
lost in the winter again.
Author notes
wrote this one because i hate myself for some of the lies i tell the people i love. the lies totally rip apart everything you fight to build up...
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