Biography

Writing about myself in a nutshell.

Lately I've pushed everyone aside and..
Transformed my entire life, into a senseless rush
Where am I running to; and how do I get there?

I'm just so tired..

As I mold my pale lips into an unfamiliar form
I see that every single breath of my hollow life;
Seems to just be a muted shriek

It's just like..

A hand reaching into a tonic rainfall- so invigorating
From an abyss that strangulates and erodes your soul
A mountain reduced to a grain of sand..

I'm just a liar..

Grinning- eyes wide and face glowing so bright
Though I'm weeping and grey as stone on the inside,
Just a broken vase, super-glued but waiting for breakage

And when I wake..

I wonder why I was bestowed with such a privilege
A foul being, roaming the endless existence of life itself,
Paving a road of sorrow and disarray..

Everywhere I walk..