Eyes wish to cry
but they have l e f t
me
alone and unfocused;
are the days of a bleeding soul
are the long days filled with
absolute Horror is my life:
struggling to breath
biting at the fabric of space-time
Life knowing how hard it is to leave
the flesh, blood & bones. Is my life.
My own horror.
:: 07.08.2020 ::
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