i awaken, and i suffer, my eyes are accustomed to this wretched place
i hear voices attempting to pierce through the barrier, but they're never clear
teaching myself to move on is hard, there ain't no one else for me to cling to
if only my friends were here, they'd know what to do, i really need my crew
but they've gone in the same way time has, thrown off the decrepit pier
lying on these rocks is useless, so my legs go on, gone from life with a trace
YOU ARE READING
this fantastical world is too surreal (poetry #5)
Poetry"a rustle crackles underneath jackboots crossbow tight in hand she breathes one final breath before he pulls the trigger" you know the drill
