Discover or perceive by chance,
what I can't do with myself
Am I ready?
to leave it all the behind
in my rear view
stair view
runaway from the how,
scream from the bottom
of my mind,
will I perceive?
the things I can't achieve
why not just leave
reach out and hold onto the sleeve,
my heart inhabits
do my habits prevent
my sanity from healing
soul bleeding
machine beeping
life fleeting
I will never be able
to FIND the real me.
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V. Visages Vides (Blank Faces)
Poesiabroken promises false motives if his whole life lies who sees? his pains the small amount of him that remains it sad that naked eyes can't see illusions. -V
