Pangs
There's no allure left in life anymore
No beauty
No passion.
We all just go about our mundane lives
Grabbing for one meaningless thing after another
I don't want to live this way
Stoic. Unfeeling. Robotic.
I want love, and I want hate
I want disgust & distaste
I want to drown in my senses.
Awake fresh, greedy, appeased
It may never be,
But it'll always remain
My solace, my vice. My imagination is my domain.
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The Ramblings of A Lunatic
RandomThis is a record of the thoughts in my head through the current span of my life. It is not a novel. It will have pieces of poetry and full blown rants. I hope that anyone reading this will be able to relate. And if you actually are reading this 'jo...
