Naked lashes, eyes hurt by the sun
No reason to live, nobody to love.
My mind is not displayed like a prize behind glass, instead left for scavengers, splattered dull like splotches of ink across my desk
Night's whisper evolves and multiples
My skin turns to wood, muscles to string,
I'm aching inside and aching to scream
I forgot to eat dinner again.
Sincerely , THE AUTHOR
I don't really like the way this one came out but bluh, Have a great day guys!
