it keeps me awake
and never allows me to sleep
it keeps me awake
and i wonder how deep
i can get, because i don't
know if i can do this
after awhile because i'm
not used to doing it
in the darkness i'm forced
to remember that these words
exist and that i'm writing them
and that amid the void there is
a light which brightly shines on my face
i just need to get these words out because
i know that if i never speak again, these
remnants of myself will be all that remains
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
