Trapped behind a crumbling wall with twisting emotions,
All I know how to do is follow my own fake notions.
My fading self resembles that of sweet, false memories:
Each little, rich lie seeping into the mind, though disappearing like mockery.
Tricks and manipulation now fall into great use due to the mind's new cravings.
The thirst for that dark liquid and and pooling salt water shows my inner sadist in the making.
I can no longer control the joy I feel for others' pain.
I can not tell if this addiction is beginning to make me insane.
The celestial solitude is what brought boredom and curiosity,
Leading me to leave its beauty and follow the current of a blood red sea.
The prepossessing darkness lead me into an illusion,
Causing me to fall into this contradicting delusion.
Whenever I hear the word sadist or something of the sort.. I think of Esdeath from Akame ga Kill.. Am I the only who thinks of her? Probs not, but liek.. I read this over and thought of her. Even though this isn't much like this sadistic woman, the mentioning of such reminds me of dat gurl.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Three Minute Rhymes
PuisiThis book is filled with short rhymes. Each little rhyme, or poem, is only twelve lines. No more, and no less. Keep in mind, these were created within about three minutes. This is sort of a challenge for myself. It's really just to see what I can co...
