I can't feel my emptiness
Days have bleed into one block of cheese
My life stinks like the blue around me
There is no way to rip it apart
The solid rock has done its job
Nobody knows what might happen
I can't hear the whispers
The stars are bright tonight
Bright as car headlights on these streets
This messiness belongs to us
Everyone is wrecked by disease
We are not the best version.
Pisaries Creator 
Leave a comment