The empty found me again.
Its up to its old tricks. Nothing new and yet I still fall for it.Deep, deep, deep to its endless bottom. Its filth slowly making its way through my veins.
If I could sink down to the dirt and vanish from this plane I-
I can feel her crying.
Her screams, dying.
Her flesh, torn by her children seeking for gold.
Gold in depleted resources .
I feel the stagnant air hang above like vultures circling their prize.
The stink of death is ever present .
Whatever is left of my soul is burdened by multiple reasons.
How do I cope with said phenomenon?
I find the comfort of old companions .
TLB🖤
The winds blows softly across the sands as I meet it with a sly grin.
The city which I frequent, is home to where many foreigners and locals alike, come to enjoy the sun and the beautiful vast ocean which seems like a vat of tar now in the darkness.
Her roar, and her waves entice from this distance to come close and feel her body of water. Her constant sounds seem like whispers of sweet nothings. My eyes grow dull and heavy as hypnos tries to ensnare me.
I snapped back to reality. I have a job to do.With this constant temptation in your face, I'm surprised the night shift does not have a high turn over rate.
Until then, I'll fight her off till the morning.
Adieu!!
T.L.B🖤
I stare blankly into the abyss before me. The only sound breaking through my thoughts, was a near by black,dusty ,fan that has been collecting 6+ years of dead skin cells , and dust bunnies.
I'm quietly sitting in my room, feeling my body scream out (well,mostly my stomach, hollering) . "I'm hungry....."
I'm too nauseous to get up and find something to sink my teeth in. I'll just, roll over and sleep it off.
I'll dream of a nice, juicy, medium rare steak with a side of asparagus and well seasoned mash potatoes.
I drift, whilst I salivate on my fantasies
T.L.B🖤
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