The cold of the night strip me naked
Shredding my skin and cracking my bones
Exposing my true self of ugly brain and set of spinal cord
Lustful monster inside a prison flesh
Forcing me to realize that I'm a mere network of dysfunctional nerves
My dopamine-craving will never cease
Why my awareness need to freeze so I can be at peace?
Why do I have to be tarnished just to survive and live?
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On Sorrow | Poetry collection
PoetryI meet a lot of sea monsters when I dive deep into the base of my mind Each of them whispers or sings an incomprehensible song I can't understand them I have drowned for so long Because they keep pulling me down So I write this poem to calm the stor...
