Kenopsia
My own feet brought me here
But my mind can't somehow wrapped
The image of this place,
Somehow giving me the feel of rubatosis
My paradise,
What happened?
Monachopsis
Am i really in the right place?
Or my own eyes was just playing tricks on me?
It was, wasn't it?
It should be
I felt like dying here
The air suffocating the area,
It doesn't feel right
This was not it
Get me out of here
Away of here
Everywhere but here
""Bûť ýøüŕ òwń fėëţ bŕôüğhť ýóů hėŕē""
Énouement
All memories flashed infront of me,
Startling my fuzzy mind
And then, all voices spoke
One by one
All bees, busy buzzing everywhere
anywhere
All look the same as it is
As what it should be
As what it should stay as
Its all normal
So, i sighed in relief
Sonder
But then i opened my eyes,
There i stood beside their open caskets
Only a few were sobbing, crying
In pain and in sorrow
but we, was who, who only remained,
Survived and who; was alone
Realization;
Everything, everyone
Will someday die
Altschmerz
Dropped on my knees,
Like a puppy kicked by his owner,
Hiccups
Uneven breathing
Blurry vision
Body shaking
Overthinking
Paranoia
Anxiety attacks
Still the same things,
Everytime, anywhere, anytime
Its gettin' old now,i know
But too bad to say,
Nothing has change ever since
Neither did the place i've visited once again
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Through These Creative Nights | Drabbles
General FictionWhen you wanna cry, cry with me. When you wanna smile, smile with me. When you wanna give up, fight with me. When you wanna scream, write with me. When you wanna die, live with me. *Drabbles, imagines and one shots purely written by me and me only*
