Eye the mirror and I see It's gawking back at me Wreckage of emotions Tangled mental commotions Never lacking clots Mind thought into knots A grim voidness to embark Crawl helplessly into my dark Emptiness to comfort me Jaunt to the inevitable insanity Paths have led this way Life has delivered my dismay Indeed it is not in my hands Dismembered into strands Sit and suffer until it fades to be Shall it not, what will become of me?
Reason for writing:
Life & loneliness.
Birth sign: Taurus
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