'as I met him........'

A house full of poems and you look for yourself in every corner, trying to cope with reality's harshness as it engulfs you You realize, life is just a game and you are leveling up every step as the air around you becomes suffocating. Its you against the world, so you pull your triggers by bleeding your heart in to a thin piece of paper until you are nothing but a stoic labyrinth of words overflowing with emotions. You find yourself hollow, pouring your miserable soul out displayed to the world into new poems belonging to the house of the once lived 'Stars'.