wise man sweeting worries away upon my head,
whys land where i keep my questions when all along, i knew the truth?
a proper body merged with the same reason that killed her,
still, i served nothing but to group with these familiar unknowns.
but laughing in hell made them felt good,
while this body and mind are circling these void rooms over and over again.
and the regrets at midnights will start to flow as my mind wakes up by needing something that guided by the gods of loops and circles.
i'm afraid to face it alone,
i'm afraid to wake up alone,
and i'm still afraid to live alone.
but being alone, there's also happiness.
it's happening again, make me forget all of these mess.
YOU ARE READING
Desperate Nightmares, Old Habits Die: Prose and Poetry
Poetryi live in a poetic life but dying from your poisonous lies. we live in vain, so we drink until we get drunk in our own mistakes and sins. but still making out with the devils, but in the back of my mind, i'm with you - haunting me stunningly.
