Shadowy static cracks in my veins and the silence asphyxiates my conscious mind.
My words are futile and thus this is a silent soliloquy of somber anguish.
The silence reverberates off of the empty chambers of my mind, reminding myself of my own inadequacy.
Dec 17, 2018
Dec 17, 2018 at 10:53 AM UTC
Shadowy static cracks in my veins and the silence asphyxiates my conscious mind.
My words are futile and thus this is a silent soliloquy of somber anguish.
The silence reverberates off of the empty chambers of my mind, reminding myself of my own inadequacy.