this isn't numbness
this isn't sentiments
this is the painful cry of a girl in need of an escape
but she never knew
she's eternally latched by the depths of loneliness
soundlessly playing house and slow dancing
with the shadows of sorrow
and traces of regret
in the middle of nothing
but endless doom.
YOU ARE READING
everyone dropped dead (but i'm left standing)
Poetrycollection of thoughts i'd wrote down before i went tango with satan. --- ©blowmesmoke, 2019
