This emptiness, this sadness, drowns and my dips my flesh into a state of a capillary mind
I feel like crying, sometimes dying, sometimes and other times like I never existed
My senseless sight loses grip of reality, perception is inevitably the victim of a primitive creation
Feelings become too heavy, they start colliding their theories into fallibility; wasting away
Stained marks, engraved scars, cry regret as they paint a chart of infinite moods; ugly picture
Sleeveless body, a captive, adopt a motive, hire a conscious; don't wake up forgetful
Time parallels into a needle of toxins, its sharp edges seduce lamps into a vanilla twilight
I miss you, long for your touch, your sweet whispers, your absent presence, your meaning; life.
