Burning
Smell of...
Each and
every time...
I sit alone and cold in the darkness
Never thought it would end up like this...
Stuck inside this desolate tomb,
isolated and withdrawn...
1 cut -
Just a test...
Crawling along the cold concrete ground
Realising I can't escape your shadow...
Pain is my suffering,
Abandonment is my drug...
I can't look in the mirror anymore.
Sometimes I wish I didn't have eyes...
I wake up every day with a shred of
hope, that my path will be embellished...
Hanging in the fissure of a whalebone,
mourning songs like foghorns...
Shivering from coldness, she sits alone
in the abandoned forest of over grown trees...
Standing still, not moving at all.
Wondering again where I went wrong...