I ended up right back here again, stuck in another conversation with my only friend,
With the equivalent of a thunder clap i Descend. my mind so twisted like a spacial Rend ooh.
Where did that come from? my trademark toxic pain the words in sting I'll let you take a guess yes i refill it with my venom again why why why am i this twisted man.
Looking for answers but nothing can save my mind, so i take my time and i neglect in thyme hoping to pass the time find a single thought thats pleasing my mind but it's a waste of time cause in the grass of life only snakes i find and the anger rise, shredding the inner walls of my mind
YOU ARE READING
Book Of Reux
PoetryA collection of poems, these are the words and thoughts trapped in my head, the darkness, pain, light and dread. Humans are after all open books
