Sound

16 Feb 2017

Lost hope, clueless, burning inside

no matter where I go, heavy sighs running behind

Choosing the symphony of my mind

smoking insomnia, chasing oblivion

Ebony crystals and flowing perspiration

hollowfied goals with thoughts stitching clads

heinous crime, putting the stone barricade over cognition

And say, stop, shall I ?

Loosened neurons flying haywire

bloodlust for jealousy

hurting the pump of his feelings

Absolute nonsense, it is, mingling with rhymes forever

cold ice, and the itch of melancholy

and here I am without my shoes.

Star

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