30/M/lancashire If it sounds insane, it probably is. Abstract writing. Maniacal thoughts. Read between the lines, dance along the lines, snort the lines if you want I really don't care. 33 followers / 10.3k words
Where do I go from here? Walking on these roads my feet bleed. Where do you want me to walk? While my feet are bleeding, drenched in gravel. What is it you need? Waiting for me to come. Why, when there is so much left to see, besides us? Why do you poison me? When my feet are bleeding for your tomorrow.
I hate everything. It hates me to. Forlorn hope for? Nothing returned. I hate the public. Their children aswell. I hate the bus stops. The filth passing by. I hate it all. Hatred haywired. Call me a cyborg. But truth hurts aswell.
Belt neck tight. He shuffled in his turtleneck trousers. 'so comfortable' he thought to himself. Viviennne Westside prime goods. As he turned blue, he thought how much he loved his new trousers and his f...