I used to cry so easily
now not a single tear
will roll down my face
thinking of you
won’t even break the waters
only fills up the sky
at a zombie state of mind
eyes that stare empty-shelled
I’m creating my own demise
the open ending
leaves little space for me
to look past the present
whilst decisions lay in other hands
I don’t even dare to look
at the newly turned over page
- M. Trienekens -
Geen opmerkingen:
Een reactie posten