There is no joy, I can't remember
Forgot to wake up I don't want to get up
My memory fading my body is aching
All is echoes of mumbling
I don't understand I don't want to talk
My brain is burning just let me walk
YOU ARE READING
Dead End
PoetryPassion leads to death. Life is a massive hallucination. Some poems in english or french. (Cover drawn by me)
