Buried under grains of memory. Isolated, tears catalyzing a heartbeat that ripen through time.
Afflicted by the unknown man,
Ones from you that ache the most, My blood!
In a growling voice, ” His soul can not be saved!”
What about my angel, who’s laying six feet over?
I questioned her in silence, my outsides showing tell,
This feeling of uneasiness, my feet on edge,
The same faceless person with strings attached. A puppet master scorned.
Is the reaction you got, the one you were expecting?
The dry, hot air clamp down on life Dominated by the sun and sand, Chasing away tired thoughts, lies fade, Advertising … More
For those that feel alone in life because of an experience or mental illness. You’re not alone. If you need to talk and don’t know where to start. You can start with me.