..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)
- Published: January 5th, 2018 19:57
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 11
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