Further down the tangled hill, lies broken bodies...
Tortured hearts slain within, solemn prisoners...
Repeat
Retreat...
Day Dreaming
Rampant confusion through dreams that cry...
Here I sit
With pen in hand...
My life such a bore
I always wanted something more...
Spirit flying at the sound of a sigh
Heart lifting a burden carried for life...
Fingertips freeze upon chattered lips,
No one knew it would be like this...
Twirling in a world of faux reality,
a ballerina playing in a fountain of age...
I'm not worth it.
Don't fall for the lies...
You're trying to scare me
And honestly...
(I wrote this blog dedicated to my roomies...
Crazy Roommates...
Rumbling always
with hunger unanswered...