Help me, can somebody please.
These thoughts that linger in my brain,
They never seem to go away.
Like clouds of smoke in clean, blue air.
They pollute all that is there.
Be it joy, or even pain.
Create a haze, a thick black paste.
That coats my heart, like a plague.
Dec 7, 2015
Dec 7, 2015 at 11:55 PM UTC
Help me, can somebody please.
These thoughts that linger in my brain,
They never seem to go away.
Like clouds of smoke in clean, blue air.
They pollute all that is there.
Be it joy, or even pain.
Create a haze, a thick black paste.
That coats my heart, like a plague.
