Again...ive felt as though ive gone mad.
I'm awake again tonight so is the screen.
a blue couch with no seat is where I sit.
I stared threw my window again into the pit.
a room of names. Ink memories lay sour on nicotine yellow walls. I can't break free when my screen begins to draw. This website is like my life. Goodbye poetry.
Sep 14, 2015
Sep 14, 2015 at 5:08 AM UTC
Again...ive felt as though ive gone mad.
I'm awake again tonight so is the screen.
a blue couch with no seat is where I sit.
I stared threw my window again into the pit.
a room of names. Ink memories lay sour on nicotine yellow walls. I can't break free when my screen begins to draw. This website is like my life. Goodbye poetry.