emptied n drained n unable to feel anything. the sound of the hollow is as silent as aches without wings. trapped within to remain as the ends lost in depths. living with what's left for the mind to pick at as if self has failed the test. refusing to come back to life slowly becomes the void needed to never be hurt again. n it clings to the heart 's fame that used to be luv like a insane fan. motionless is emotions as the idle wondering where the spark went. as mirrors hung gives the loner someone to talk to once the pain is done with its vent. fading with a lil time spent with no one close enough to touch the fool. the bottomless pit only allows what can never be to land believing luv is just a tool. one in which the fakes brief moments caught in thoughts that turn into memories that will never rest. n what's left behind is the grief that shelters the feel until hope is no longer a need buried in the chest. lost drifts just before the awakening of the solo act hiding behind the guard others call a wall. but it's there where safe seems to resurrect a smile prior to not knowing how to truly revive the interest it takes to stand tall. as brave as the fear that captures the forsaken intent. thinking how does one get back to the simplicity of holding on to what is more than lent. forgotten is the phase needing to be broken like the shattered pieces that rearranged life some time ago. curios to know is the correction of wanting to go home. a place where rambles in the dark aren't echoes bouncing off the walls to be heard. followed by a voice with its own words. back to square one n confused is the best that can be said to described what tugs on the war beneath the surface causing such a fuss. damn near rubbing the nose in how self let go a lil to much to ever create a rush. with no movement in the pulse to vibe to nights are so difficult to get through in one piece. as each fragment is gathered come mornings shine so a way can rise to breathe.
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