Random Thoughts In My Random Head

Tabula Rasa

Do small ideas lead to

full waged on conflicts in my mind ?

Hatred surrounds me

like a shroud that's yet to be laid on .

It will be the death of me .

People say there are demons .

But how do they know ?

Cause all I do is fight them inside

and they never seem to come out .

Truly fiction is stronger than reality

metaphors never get wasted

cause if words have the powers to change someone

I guess my hatred could make someone understand

That I'm helpless .

So , pray that my mind goes back to tabula rasa

It's the state that I can still live in .

If not ,

I guess I'll be fiction myself .