The shade is wearing off
Like a coat of old paint
That's peeling everyday against my will
It doesn't feel poetic anymore.

The overflowing words
I drowned in them
Envisioned to Engineer change
But it's like i became
What i set out to destroy.

The chants in the silence
Torture every second,every minute
Painting pictures
With highly metaphorical word's
That are blurry
And out of focus every time.
©Hillα