death
permanent state of
rest; of bone and soul grown old
withering to dust
raw
I realised if you wrote
raw
more people get drenched
in your emotion and stained with your
blood
like your feelings were theirs
to hold
to keep and forever
own
always
wonder between thoughts
waver from your state of mind
wander beyond worlds
Be brave
‘Be brave,’ he said, with
the face of a thousand suns
How could I not go?
Insomnia
“Are you there?” she asked
the depths of her mind but sleep
was nowhere to be found
Sleepwalk
Her frail restless mind
walked a thousand miles in dreams
never seeing light
