To be alive
is to hear the race of vessels in their lanes
ready to slip through the void at the wrist.
Finishing off the artistry.
Whilst voices bounce off the walls of your soul,
brawling.
The battle:
Heaven v Hell.
YOU ARE READING
Haze.
PuisiThese are the post-medication thoughts. It is unknown how long it will take to complete, feeling is the sacrifice made for sanity.
