Dinner for 2?

eyeamsoule

..Its quiet..

..or so it seems..

..Its quiet..

but the inside of my head trembles with continuous duality and the echoes of turmoil.

As my mind shakes, I find it hard for my judgement to keep still.

..Solitude is nothing but a disturbance..

Public altercations are a destruction of my soul.

It has become a challenge to face others,

..let alone glance at my own reflection..

..Disgusted..

..but my sense of taste is abnormal..

I rather enjoy the stench of defeat, as I cook in this dis-satisfaction,

..of my cellf..

I hope you like left-overs.

..I shall eat alone..

I dine at the table of cellf-hate, with this fine china,

..straight from Hell..

..Would you like to join me..

..Suit yourcellf..

 

-eyeamsoule

 

 

  • Author: eyeamsoule (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 5th, 2018 19:57
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 11
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