A Sunflower Surrounded by Roses

The Broken Bedroom

The rythme of breathing while on a verge of a dreadful moment is slow and shallow,
As the fear of your own consequences creep in through the cracks of walls. The nails get loose and they continue to get closer.
You can't tell if the bugs surrounding you are real or just apart of your imagination.
The only way you know how to stop the chaos is the happiness you can't seem to find,
Other than the smoke you keep in your lungs.