Euphoric bliss collapses,
Is not what it seemed.
Bright lights flashing,
Expectations increased.
A thousand voices echoe
In the depth of this complex,
Our cerebral vortex,
Dark and gloomy,
Hangs my soul.
"You run slow"
Yes. I do.
"You are useless"
Maybe I am.
But let me first ask you,
"Who are YOU?"
A nobody gushing over your story,
A dog barking at people moving on,
A stone that tries to stumble people.
At least I am honest,
To myself and to you.
My soul ain't hideous,
Whatever be it's hue.
Keep shouting curses and shit,
Imma leave u like that in a bit ;)
-Ivan.
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Menace In My Mind
Poetry"Some real feelings, Some infinitesimal wishes, Trying to capture and harness them, Before you make them perish" Highest- #96 in Poetry..as of 15/07/2017 #82 - 26.7.17
