Is this real life, as such I ponder
or am I part of a bigger daydream...
empty hole,
hollow mold...
Hooked back in by a callous claw
to face a darkened war once more...
Life has not been
what it should be...
I didn’t see it coming
as I stood in the path...
I am
baffled by addiction...
Our lips were a shade of delicate light blue;
their colour that of gentle stalactite...
In arms of darkness, I found peace.
God is nothing, but a showpiece...
scrounging
hounding...
the
demons...
I don't know where I am going,
Barely remember where I have been...
I remember you, as though you
were the biggest sin bound to my surface...