Sometimes the things that control you hold you right.
~cupped inspirations
Feb 28, 2019
Feb 28, 2019 at 5:17 AM UTC
What do you do when you are stuck in quicksand?
You take slow movements.
Jan 31, 2019
Jan 31, 2019 at 1:57 PM UTC
You wear it too long.
It gets *****
***** but unseen.
Change inside.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:54 AM UTC
Aggrieved at that grievous throb
Betrayed by the rosy rose
Pricked by its deceitful thorns
Hit by the pang of remorse
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria.
Those bloodshot eyes, the sulking façade
Those falling pearls of repressed feelings
Let lose is the pain once gathered
Standing on the lousy tip of life’s reeling’s
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria.
This delirium of spleen
This rage I feel towards all
All those merry, all those joyous
Jealous, for their luck is tall
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria
Deserving of desolate gloom
Meaning to feel the iniquity
The guilt of all my wrong doings
Is worth no good man’s pity.
There is one thing I can’t control,
The Hysteria.
Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 4:36 AM UTC