i find solace in the memory of defeat.
catapulted down by the hands of my aggressors.
never to find life and the meaning therein.
chaos in the making.
and ive got a front row seat.
the horizon is shattered in my waking.
a melodic interferance of my demise.
shaking and quivering.
i seek shelter in the unknown.
i am jack's bleeding heart.
and i'm about to run dry.
3 comments:
Intense...thought provoking...the qualities I look for in a piece of writing.
This is so good...I'm gonna call you, ill read more later
You have am amazing mind!
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