I used to follow every echo
bellowing beneath
the subconscious frame work
that where
hanging in my empty halls..
Before I realised that within these
representations of hollow
imitations.
Were just blank obscure nothingness's
swallowing me within a
kaleidoscope of false
pretext.
And then I saw that there was no picture
as the frame never existed
beneath the
echoes just shadows of insecurity...
Feb 17, 2019
Feb 17, 2019 at 4:22 PM UTC
I used to follow every echo
bellowing beneath
the subconscious frame work
that where
hanging in my empty halls..
Before I realised that within these
representations of hollow
imitations.
Were just blank obscure nothingness's
swallowing me within a
kaleidoscope of false
pretext.
And then I saw that there was no picture
as the frame never existed
beneath the
echoes just shadows of insecurity...
