Me.
My enemy.
Caught in this debris.
Both thinking, "What does madness mean to me?"
Sink.
No time to think.
Reaction comes to gain.
Sending a message to the Family.
Here.
Just like a rat.
In all this piss and sweat.
Carving out dreams into the walls.
Paint.
I need to see.
What are you showing me?
What is this harrowing reality?
Crave.
Pave me a way.
Make me a brighter day.
Slowly turn into my enemy.
Free.
Now we're both free.
To another reality.
With all the same decay it seems.
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Author:
Noah (
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Comments1
"harrowing reality" is a bold phrase, I'm a fan
Thanks! I have a write called The Harrowing you might like lol
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