Couldn't agree more
So feed me with your lies.
My body' s dying
So is my soul,
I'm searching for answers
In a place where I don't exist.
My brain is playing me
So are my membranes
I'm searching for questions
In a maze where I lose myself
I
'm going insane
With nothing but a free ticket
Without return granted
For the rest of my life.
And what do I get from all of this?
I get nothing but death in return.
YOU ARE READING
mortem
PoetryIf it wouldn't be enough I'd feel pages with my tears, burn desires with my flames and tear all apart with no regrets.
