Nov 2
problem lies within,
not myself,
but my house,
if not for being trapped,
i woould thrive,
ones say this is fantasy,
but my senses wont lie to me,
i can feel it,
how once im away,
light radiates from me,
as i force a foot in the house,
i dim to non-existence,
once i am out of here,
ii will show thee,
this is no fantasy.
not myself,
but my house,
if not for being trapped,
i woould thrive,
ones say this is fantasy,
but my senses wont lie to me,
i can feel it,
how once im away,
light radiates from me,
as i force a foot in the house,
i dim to non-existence,
once i am out of here,
ii will show thee,
this is no fantasy.
itss a badd one but i actually felt every work writing it and i dont usually go back over my poems js cz i like them to be raw
