I'm disorientated
I'm spinning around in
circles
Time and time again
Until I can feel the blood well up from my lungs
And spit itself out onto the floor
All the lies I've told have come back to haunt me,
But I had no other choice
10-12-2020
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Heartless and Disorientated
PoetryF. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-