Mental Scribble

The title says it all.

when teardrops freeze in space

all life seems like suspended animation

nothing breathes and nothing wakes

black cold naked lone

this range holds nothing

but our voices can't go home

when you're hunting for a footing

even rough stone seems like a blessing

let yourself find a way out

because nothing else matters. 

Author's Note

Say what you want. It's roughly done.

Reviews

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I like this alot, Has a dark feel to it.