There seems to be no hope for these lines
As I read them I drift away
I just want to sleep
These people, with their false woe
Their sappy loneliness bleeds off my screen
I can feel it
Melancholy
So rich is the ink
That one cant seem to breathe
But what we can find
Is the slippery confines
That are minds
-A.F.
Feb 15, 2018
Feb 15, 2018 at 2:09 PM UTC
There seems to be no hope for these lines
As I read them I drift away
I just want to sleep
These people, with their false woe
Their sappy loneliness bleeds off my screen
I can feel it
Melancholy
So rich is the ink
That one cant seem to breathe
But what we can find
Is the slippery confines
That are minds
-A.F.