A scattered mind and an empty soul
Bleak beady eyes and vengeful foes
My life is shattering like broken glass
And I try to gather it with naked hands
But I leave it as it turns crimson red
There's no salvation for this pitiful soul
I'm drifting towards the ocean bed
Yet I can't find the will to give a damn
I repeat the same old words like a broken record
Till they're words no more, just familiar sounds
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From Within
PoetrySometimes some thoughts keep bugging me or when life gets too much for me, writing is my relief. All the thoughts or emotions that try to consume me ; I write them and as my fingers dance over the keyboard I find peace. These writings are a glimpse...
