My head is a pub
My thoughts, the chain-smokers
Clouding my mind and vision
With fumes of false perception
My emotions, the drunkards
They stagger from one wall to another
Wreak the most havoc
Together, they rage a war with my sanity
Destroying my pub's peace
And there is the blaring music,
sounding from an overhead television
A voice convincing me,
I am rotten to the core
As I sink to the floor
And tears well up my eyes
And my soul melts
I had a meltdown again, Mum...
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:18 PM UTC
Your eyes,
the stars of my constellation
Your words,
the cauldron of my frustrations
Nov 1, 2018
Nov 1, 2018 at 6:25 PM UTC