another poem.
A cold, languishing environment.
How did we find ourselves here?
A breathless warp of time,
Sinking attributes of reverberance.
Don’t fear the shadow that lingers behind you,
But rather the mask that faces you.
Shall those who misunderstand eradicate any illogical ideas
We will be kept in the darkness of a blank page.
Perhaps it is time to move on,
Although it seems there is no way out
We shall create our own exits.
Ignore the snapping of strings
Its only purpose is to distract.
Believe me when I say I want to help you,
Except the consumption holds me back.
I keep falling
Falling
And falling
Into a plethora of holes which should not have been dug.