My mind, the dungeon,
Damp and decaying...
Fractal
When will she fly to get to say goodbye...
There I stand in front of the mirror
contemplating the reflection I see...
Silence overwhelms a tired soul
As they wander into the night...
I close my eyes to try to sleep
But even with counting sheep...
No one can be bothered
to even remember your name...
Nothing
Self Maligned...
The way he stared at me, like I was a ghost.
Like I lost all resemblance of who I once was...
I'm sorry that I'm deceitful,
that I look just fine, except I'm not...
It breaks my weeping heart
that somewhere along...
I fell off
the slippery grid...
The memory of addiction is so fresh,
I can almost taste it...