DELIRIUM
One day I will wake up
With blood washed over my face
The torments of the night will haunt my wake
I'll cough up lies of innocence
Delirious spirals of nothingness
As it will dawn on me that I am bound to wake up
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Experiments + thoughts
PoetryA collection of writings, incoherent and full of paradoxes. Welcome to the depths of my labyrinthine mind.
