I was a collage of pain,
weathered in pool of convulsions.
Doused into my subconscious
then riveted to my frame of thought.
Contradicted ink was versed on my being,
watered down to the image you see now.
*"We are all a collection of paper cuttings,
woven in a mask of smiles.*
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 5:47 PM UTC
I was a collage of pain,
weathered in pool of convulsions.
Doused into my subconscious
then riveted to my frame of thought.
Contradicted ink was versed on my being,
watered down to the image you see now.
*"We are all a collection of paper cuttings,
woven in a mask of smiles.*
