Heart pounding,
Hands shaking,
The room begins to spin.
Eyes tearing,
Noise fading,
The demons crawling out from within.
The silent void of black,
Somehow brings me back,
And I open my eyes to the nightmare I created.
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Lost in the Chaos
PoesíaLost. Afraid. Anxious. Insecure. Empty. When you walk into the chaos, you never know what you'll find.
