riot like rampage littering
The dusty abyss
Inside
A wreckage in the stages of
finality
Brutally savaged
Spiraling downstream
Unrult concussion to the soul;
Fatal to everyone, but dear,
I believe you're going to be okay

Withink this cryptic line
the apathetic dreams
will be overcome
I already glimpse angel down the isle
Waiting for you
Sunkissed face
SHining
harmonious voice
Calling you home

And I say farewell with an air of muted silence
Emotionally weaving through frustrations one last time
Just one swept of my hands
through messy hair
I onder if I had
Fancied myself
Into delurium
But it's too late now
To regret indecisive ramblings atop my head
and pick on the flaws balanced beside
incoherent dreams
Inexplicable to no one but me
delirious, only wishing to be swept away
By rushing tides
Introverted
Forever alone
Always...somber mind.
 
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