I want to see what lies beyond
This life of contained sadness
One with disposable smiles
And scripted lines
I want to break this wall
That separates me to that beyond
I'd rather be there with no assurance
Than be stock here
Like a statue with a bird's poop
I want to take that option
Of getting the remote control
And clicking the red button
Having an end is what it takes
YOU ARE READING
Pitch Black
PoetryI got a secret but I won't tell you. You can guess but that doesn't matter cause I won't tell you if you're right. Maybe if time comes, when I'm brave enough, I would spill you some crumbs. ------ "Everyone has their own fucking dark secrets" ~cover...
