I'm in desperate need
Of the deep
To gaze
In to the abyss
And be consumed
By the void
'Cause I can't take it
Anymore.
This fragile flesh
With its hollow mind
Conglomerate into an existence
Which meaning is hardly palpable
By the individuals subconscious
So ask yourselves
Where am I
In this self-torture?
Call me mad
For believing
And psychotic
For seeing
That everything is temporary
Rather than deceiving myself
To believe that there is a reason
For livin'
When in fact
A long lasting season
Is what we are
And nothing more.
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Poems Vol 02 - Shadows.
PoetryA collection of psychological, psychoanalysis, emotional and shadow self oriented poems.
