Aug 2015
I stared at a wall mirror
my face ghaunt
my eyes dead
as if some black smoke seeped
like an apparition out of those tiny windows
It knocks and knocks
—my soul it does
right before the air around me
completely dissolves
every particle
every piece
of this gel-like consciousness
to somewhere farther
than my feeble echoes
my face ghaunt
my eyes dead
as if some black smoke seeped
like an apparition out of those tiny windows
It knocks and knocks
—my soul it does
right before the air around me
completely dissolves
every particle
every piece
of this gel-like consciousness
to somewhere farther
than my feeble echoes
This is completely ridiculous. I am perpetually tired that I can't even stand up, my body hurts in even more ridiculous places and my feet swell like a scorch from hell. All I can say in my head is **** how could someone be this dead inside and out while still able to stare right up the ceiling with much contempt
