My head is all muddled up with fears from the past.
poetry
Illusion | in Writing
Screams that in silence burn.
Creator | In Writing
Hold steadfast to dreams
You, its creator
No Sleep
Days of no sleep seem monochrome and tasteless. An aftertaste that refuses to go away. A somber resignation.
False Validation
A pulverizing sadness, A madness that spreads, A plastic smile.
Failure
The failure that preaches to the empty and soulless. The torn and the poor, The rags from above.