Not a single soul,
Just an endless misery.
Just a sea,
Some photographs that keep me going.
Dust, pain and cruelty.
My heart doesn't exist,
I am an employee of this world,
The best version of me
And that version is a big, pointless nothing.
I brag about my life
As it's something to brag about,
And i keep my secrets locked up in,
Deep in,
Where no one,
Not even me,
Can find it nor open it.
Watching red lights,
Lost in delirium...
I'm in search for tenderness
That someone is willing to give
No matter how far i get
No matter how mean my eyes will be..
And i know
There is no need for it.
YOU ARE READING
The bottomless
PoetryChosen poems of lost people, unforgettable memories and some brilliant but miserable thoughts that kept me awake some nights.
