Quiet
Always hearing some sort of riot
Something spinning
Im not the pilot!
Something whistling
QUIET!
Yell all you want
He is still shining
Fiddling
That meddling sound of air trying
The only way out is dying
Depression
depriving
Domingo
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Thin Skin Poetry Renditions By Domingo Perez
PoetrySharing the struggle I have with myself, seeing things in the dark, some of the poems are towards those entities. Endless thoughts, like white noise that I can't turn off.
