Of the dream I planned to wear forever, sometimes they vanished only for depression to enter
within my own illumination, I gave my body and spirit
she leads me towards the mirror and commands me to walk into it in exchange for my guilt
and it feels good, it was good, it was completion
I had become what I always wanted to be
this is my new antagonistic reflection
the new privacy I converted myself, feels so good
smooth to touch and abrasive to my soul
I got nothing against the world
I'm all about my balls and words, potential too if needed
of useless and required things I don't need
I threw them in the frame
may the dream never vanish again and let not depression torture me again
thank you
love
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