vanv0gh
october feels.
i wrote a poem.
only reality knows the real me
crying out my certinities
catch me when i fall, set me free
surrendering herself to let her be
clear out your voyage
stumble upon your rage
creeping slowly on the damn stage
last note, on the 57th page
be a prisoner in your dream cage
bring out the wildness
cut out your frightness
be vigilent, be yourself