Allysnewworld

The bustling streets of emptiness

The ups and downs of familiar tones caress the restless drumming of my mind,

asphyxiation; freeing

and the long drought of silent nights hydrate my withered hide.

Unjust justice perhaps? Or just a tragic play to challenge the best of them, the world is my stage

I live the role I depict...

steady melodies usher my performance to its peak; the overwhelming realisation of absolute solitude