While I stare at my ceiling, I get this feeling
Handling a blade for an afterlife trade
Dismembering memories
Laying in my bathtub, drowning in sorrow
Putting my fears aside
Shall I see blue skies
Only he knew that I lay coldly
Flies crawling along the ceiling, there's no feeling
YOU ARE READING
ᴅᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴏғ ᴏɴᴇ sᴇʟғ。
Poetry'A glance into my imagination' @lividbruisespoetry ❌Do not claim as your own❌
