And the world is another
Layer away.
The dim light is exciting
And I am wrapped in my own
Selfishness, I have come
To despise who I am.
In desperation I have
Become corrupt I
Am a piece of
Attention seeking shit.
And is it scary
That I don't feel anything
At all?
I promise him I'll change
But it's pointless,
I can't stop myself from
Being controlled by
My own hunger.
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Petrichor
PoetryWe grow old eventually {here are the waking thoughts that consume me}
