who am i? there is no one else to answer that question for me
being trapped in this separate realm away from humans and people
has driven me to madness, but there ain't anyone to pity me
who cares anyways? i've roamed these lands, see every vestige to a tee
but they merely exist in the recesses of my mind, let me rest against an easel
paint a world where they love me, devoid of evil, there is only i, not we
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
