Awake on command, Nothing but my plight to keep me going. Heartless escapades, Leaving me restless and drained. — meepingblog
In the prism of life, We are art.
I watched old age pass me While I sat in An old, timeless window Which could only be defined as my lifeline.
What city foretold a disgrace. Nightingale of apparitions. Stellar morbidity. Samples of righteousness scattered about.
Looking at your retreating back became so exhausting. When time stood still, it was painful to advance. Your absence became a heavy burden. — Catloverr
I dreamt of the devil.
And he was arrogant…
And he was a giant looking down on humanity…