locked in my consciousness
loud voices ringing in head
my own strange whisper and howl
some days calm and sane
some nights sorrow and strain
numbers in the bank
places went and left
temporary satisfaction
faded conversation
what's better than dust and nothingness?
what's more real than the strike of sadness?
what's there beside the universe enwreathed in darkness?
nothing really matters
the walk I take in my life
is the walk takes me to my death
on the path to final destination
loneliness is my only rumination
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