pale, washed out days, washed down with feelings bottled up
the taste reminds you of a time where everything wasn't so numb
you've run dry of emotion and your life is one big blur
drained and lacking thought, you know you're not who you once were
YOU ARE READING
dark poems
Poesíathis seems like poetry and prose sometimes it's more than you'd suppose see, what my mind creates, goes but what that is, nobody knows
