My thoughts imprison me
Torturous, searing syllables
slash at the back of my mind
Stolen from reality
Fallen so far down the rabbit hole
Lights flicker, tones dissipate
Where colours melt into one another
and skin loses its touch.
I've already come this far,
why escape?
YOU ARE READING
A Meaningless Collection
PoetryA collection of variously themed poems that I write mostly on my commute to class or when I can't find a reason to fall asleep.
