My brain:
It feels like white wash walls.
My mind has been bleached
To nothing at all.
The clocks' hands move;
I am not ready.
The broken skin on my hands
Reveal my state is unsteady.
My eyes have sunken
Deep into my skull,
Like the ships that has been
Swallowed by the sea.
Apr 23, 2014
Apr 23, 2014 at 6:53 PM UTC
My brain:
It feels like white wash walls.
My mind has been bleached
To nothing at all.
The clocks' hands move;
I am not ready.
The broken skin on my hands
Reveal my state is unsteady.
My eyes have sunken
Deep into my skull,
Like the ships that has been
Swallowed by the sea.
