blink, think
blink, think
as i write my final words in black incursive ink.
the past still haunts me,
remaining me of the person i’m supposed to be now
there’s a hallow shell left to see
dreams that are now faded,
have been memories that are currently outdated.
failure has never been so hated.
failure comes to stay
a feeling you can’t keep away
but you can accept with every passing day.