Gored by the long tusks of tomorrow
Lying hungover...
Head throbbing
Dehydrated and exhumed
Painful memories of the night before
Protrude through thoughts
Like a starving artists ribcage
I am dead inside...
Like a privet hedge
A green shell
With a barren rotten core
Moments of clarity
Dance like carrots on strings
Terminal lucidity and the occasional epiphany
The definition of insanity
The black hole of addiction
Swallos hope
Only with the right kind of eyes
Can light be seen
On the event horizon
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Author:
Syd (
Offline) - Published: January 27th, 2024 10:37
- Category: Reflection
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