I daze at the ceiling,
as if my soul is gone.
Nothing but memories;
Negativity, in my mind.
As i sit here wondering,
if I'm dead or alive.
I try to sleep it away,
As you slowly fade to the back.
I feel it in my heart, knowing,
that soon it will consume me whole.
I will not wake the next day.
The energy in me, will be erased.
And I will soon find...
A place to call my home.
~ B.M.D ~
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Everything Is A Form Of Art
PoetryThe best way I know how to express how I feel; With words. ~ by B.M.D. A.k.a ~ Bloopsque A.k.a ~ ItamiTheSaiyan A.k.a ~ Me
