Written May 16, 2019 3:16 am
A desolate expanse of one's mind can be a trap.
After all, an idle mind is the devil's workshop.
My grandmother still says this.
Deep into the abyss, I have fallen
With no sure escape. Save me.
Fighting may be futile, but I attack with no regard.
It's hard and I'm lacerated
With deep scars.
The exit is almost too far away.
This is my last prayer.
Forever.