The spilled ink stained
All over the circular walls in the halls
Of my guttered mind
Reaching into the crevices
Of my brain, I strain
To see the colors
Indistinguishable to my eyes
I've become blind
Nothing is clear anymore
The mixture muddied and incoherent
I'm drowning in the thickness of it all
Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 6:20 PM UTC
The spilled ink stained
All over the circular walls in the halls
Of my guttered mind
Reaching into the crevices
Of my brain, I strain
To see the colors
Indistinguishable to my eyes
I've become blind
Nothing is clear anymore
The mixture muddied and incoherent
I'm drowning in the thickness of it all
