vanessa wallace

Lens

The smell of pungent whiskey

 

Seeing the world in a lens of disgust

 

The neverending cycle of death

 

The tell-tale of a life once lived

 

The shade of black dulling my breathing patterns

 

Lighting the cigarette was polluting every inch of my body

 

Until I finally rotted

 

Just as the world eventually will.

 

 

~End

 

Comments1

  • FredPeyer

    hopeless and bleak, the message of 'it can't get any worse than that' is coming through loud and clear.

    • vanessa wallace

      Hopeless and bleak, we are forever lost in a sea of sorrows.



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