I think I can safely leave these words here.
My life is sure to be coming to an end.
It looks pretty and inviting from a distance, yet on closer inspection its clear.
There's nothing left in my eyes, no spark or gleam.
I wish there was another way to rid the dreary filter.
But there isn't.
BINABASA MO ANG
Battle- Scars
RandomContinuation of random, tangential thoughts and poems. **MAY BE TRIGGERING**