Shadows

Standard

Unknown

I awoke refreshed, mangled but content

Fire still burning but weakening; smoking ash

Desiccation of flesh left encrusted and cracked

Top layers curling, blisters long since absent

“You’ll never be recognized by anyone.”

I am the darkness surrounding the outer rim of thought

“Your reflection only seen as the byproduct of those who care to look”

I can feel tragedy in my blood clouding the way forward

I can’t get it out of my head
always in my head

God, such fucking nonsense

Is there really a god?

Because I can’t feel good here

Obsessing what could have been

Defending position based off of best judgment

What are these words anyway

Subjective bullshit to manipulate feelings

Knowing I can’t get it out of my head

always in my head
You, the ever elusive figure in the dark
Me, just someone standingin front of the mirror

I am grateful for Friday ❤

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