I'm weak. I've always been and I'll always be. But my demons got stronger and stronger as time has passed. They were happy to see me cry, happy to watch me suffering more and more. They ate my soul piece by piece. They killed my feelings one by one so I have nothing left. I'm empty now. I'm waiting for them to leave, though I know they won't. Their home is my empty ribcage now. A cage... so even if they wanted to leave they wouldn't be able to do so; they're locked up inside me. I'm chained to them and they are chained to me. There's no escape. We belong together. And we'll never be able to get rid of each other.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Killer Thoughts
PoesíaEbben a "könyvben" próza- és szabadversszerű, igazából besorolhatatlan irományaimat, és random jött "egysoros műveimet" fogom írni. Hogy miért? Mert miért is ne.^^ (Azért így zárójelben megjegyzem, jó messze vagyok egy pro költőtől. A verseim elég...
