once more, i am confined by my thoughts,
running from lilac butterflies and
delusions, all bottled with the lid ******* tight.
Questioning their honesty, their motive,
as they cast a net in an empty sea,
a sea of beauty yet a sea of dread.
catching nothing but empty promises,
an empty meaning, an empty end.
amongst the harsh sounds of static,
whispering comments, threats.
how everyone turns their backs,
pointing with their invisible fingers.
directing the blame,
directing it to me.
Jan 3
Jan 3, 2026 at 5:07 PM UTC
once more, i am confined by my thoughts,
running from lilac butterflies and
delusions, all bottled with the lid ******* tight.
Questioning their honesty, their motive,
as they cast a net in an empty sea,
a sea of beauty yet a sea of dread.
catching nothing but empty promises,
an empty meaning, an empty end.
amongst the harsh sounds of static,
whispering comments, threats.
how everyone turns their backs,
pointing with their invisible fingers.
directing the blame,
directing it to me.
