

Inane Rambling of One.....Alone and silent Basking in my own lie Am I really me anymore Do I deserve to die? Thousands of confusions Memories float within my head I seem to live just fine But inside I'm only dead. A hollow image Burns pain in my wrist I thought I was in control I never wanted this, Dark and hollow Screaming for peace The battleground, my emotions All I want is release. Dry eyes mist Solid forms crumble for touch The solitude that I endure Sometimes weighs too much Torn between myself Lonely, battered, bruised The child inInane Rambling of One.....
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