One, two, three four,
I declare a war.
As empty as the summer skies,
And the expression in your eyes.
The bleeding lines on my wrists,
Are proof that nothing truly exist,
Unless supplied by whispers and secrets,
Especially during the nights that are the most sleepless.
This is not what i have planned,
And it's weird in all of reality-land,
Here, everything goes terribly wrong,
While the monsters casually break into a song.
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Projections Of The Mind
Casualepoems about love, life and other things alike written by me. inspired by the love, happiness, fear and pain. all from my head to paper to your screens. all originally original. it gets better over time.
