There is a name calling out
in the silence of the mind.
There is a space
where clutter occupies.
There is a creation
at the end of destruction.
There is pain,
and love,
and pain again.
A wheel of self-abuse,
the likes of which gets us high
in each and every revolution.
Dec 27, 2019
Dec 27, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
There is a name calling out
in the silence of the mind.
There is a space
where clutter occupies.
There is a creation
at the end of destruction.
There is pain,
and love,
and pain again.
A wheel of self-abuse,
the likes of which gets us high
in each and every revolution.