And no matter how fast I run, the shadow's always win. In my mind Its all a race, and apparently being seen with me 'isn't in good taste', I've got that mania, that subconscious PTSD, I've got about a million different perfections coming to get me, monsters as strong as these have past the point of being named 'ugly'.
They're beautiful.
YOU ARE READING
All the Notes I'll Never Leave
PoetryDark poetry from a dark mind. Enter only to see the world from upside down, backwards, and behind.
