the waves of freedom might be far from here at this moment.
i tried to find it in various ways but i failed, or maybe i'm just blind.
got caged from his hands and now he's controlling my mind.
how am i supposed to cut the invisible string if you keep on track in our digital world where i could talk and feel you?
i know what you've done but i was hiding from the tide of guilt and consequences.
but i still feel the same way as before.
my heart is slowly dying by the hands of my unrecognizable ghost.
and maybe i'm the killer and you're just the planner.
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.
