The world is ending but the room seems so quite.
It's almost as though you've placed life on mute
And decided that the words that come out of people's mouths
Are just the background music for your tainted thought's grand show
The room is spinning
Your eyes are blurring
And the world has come to an end.
Well, just for you really.
VOUS LISEZ
The recesses of my mind
PoésieSome poems and works written with the intent of making myself stop feeling the intense emotion in a moment
