Drifting differently
Nothing will ever please me
My presence is disgusting
Hoping things could of went differently
But this is what fate gave me
Nothings different
Everythings just dulled out
Just like all my memories
What time of space can bring me
Nothingness evelopes me
And thats the end of me
YOU ARE READING
Your My Pandoras Box
Poetrythis is the second book to life is its own paradox another poem book but itll have more then one style in this one
