1:47 AM
My eyes lay wide open, conscious won’t let me sleep.
I’m new to this silent killer,
Loneliness.
Before I shut this world off I’m seeing,
I'm already soaking up the pitch black,
Yes. It’s my dirtiest pleasure creeping up again.
One more attempt to connect with my subconscious,
But the hatred within is so beautiful!
Born with no voice,
Words is the only choice I have.
… Her Words… Birthed my soul.
©MK
Jan 3, 2019
Jan 3, 2019 at 1:17 PM UTC
1:47 AM
My eyes lay wide open, conscious won’t let me sleep.
I’m new to this silent killer,
Loneliness.
Before I shut this world off I’m seeing,
I'm already soaking up the pitch black,
Yes. It’s my dirtiest pleasure creeping up again.
One more attempt to connect with my subconscious,
But the hatred within is so beautiful!
Born with no voice,
Words is the only choice I have.
… Her Words… Birthed my soul.
©MK
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