The empty spaces
Have no spaces.
The lighted windows,
Shed no light.
She sits on her bed,
Isolated from reality,
Daydreaming.
Her headphones shower her
With a sweet melody.
Tranquillity reigns over her,
Never disturbing her frailty.
A deep smile,
Reveals her ambitions.
The room was lonely,
But she never felt alone.
These eyes That once saw, Are now blurry And ruined. Visions run amok, Displaying foggy Amalgamations. Smells and taste Run vapid, With...
Amalgamations of A memory. Hauntings of An untold vice. Malice and Dubiety Incarnate Its existence Plagues our dreams, Reliving Traumas...
It doesn’t feel right, A long shot in the dark, A missed bullseye between the eyes. I can’t see well, My vision is blurry, My hands are...
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