vanessa wallace


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.






  • 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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