While i see myself laying down in the hallway, they all stare at me, trough the holes in the wall; they're meant to be there, the holes aren't closed anymore, they're perfect. While they stare at the core of my soul, i just lay down in this endless hallway looking for a way out of these knots tied up to my wrists, i look down and i see myself.
YOU ARE READING
The void in my head
PoetryWelcome to the void! This will be a place where i will archive my poems. they're not good tho kek
