my life is full of pointless processes proceeding perfectly
nothing seems to drive it,
it just dies down a deadly dragging dream.
my words even now I believe,
are pointless to me, mindless matter mauled and minced by my meaningless mind.
sometimes I drown in thoughts, I sit without a tear
tumbling down the tragic tree of my threatened leafs.
end me, the encouraging effortless man says to me.
you have no point. you cannot see.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
poems & short stories
Puisilife's trivial trials, along with he deepest thoughts that come along with them.
