I sit in my dark room.
It's soundless.
I hear the tranquility.
I hear nothing.
I hear that sound of the void in my mind.
It cries like a unhappy child.
Begging for its savior.
Begging for a chance to claw its way from the earth into the fruits of my soul.
Set the beast free.
Stitched mouth and bloodshot eyes.
Welcome to the life of a dead mind.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Poetry
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