heart,
give me false hope
and temporary peace.
then take me to a world,
of overwhelming grief.
mind,
you create illusions
of people and sounds.
they engulf me;
you laugh;
and in life,
the both of you
collide,
so you can
feed me with your poison.
YOU ARE READING
set free
Poetrya cluster of thoughts, hidden below the very folds of my subconscious