I'd say goodbye
But I know I would be reduced to ash
if not dust
I cannot live without this,
Which pulls me from afar.
Which is as beautiful as blank pages, but just as meaningless.
Because I cannot say goodbye to myself
not yet.
I'm an artist,
Whose brush drips ink.
I won't be meaningless,
and my pages shall be white no more.
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YOU ARE READING
The Demons Inside
HorrorIt becomes hard to articulate even a sentence, when that particular choice of words will affect every single aspect of your life once they become part of it.
