Needles and remedy,
supposedly to control the uncontrollable in me,
bleeding out this melody,
you used to sing,
you used to sing,
you used to be free.
Electro-static shocks,
so that I can stay positive,
rewinding all the clocks,
back to when,
back to when,
back to when you lived.
YOU ARE READING
A Gaze Through My Reality-scope
PoetryA collection of 100 of my poetry works which are available on other sites, with a few exclusives.
