@RealisticPoetry My life is a long night of empty streets.
Muted stars by city lights.
Sirens bouncing off the walls and the cries of the insane. An asylum of walking shadows dreaming of the light. - T.H.
Scrapping and scrapping at this scab. Now there's nothing left except a void in this soul. Why so serious? Guess the jokes on me.
Oh how the minutes drag and we get closer to greeting the dead. - T.H. #poetry
@RealisticPoetry A blank space.
An infinite place.
A spiral up and down.
Breaking into windows of dimensions unnumbered. I'll leave a trail you can follow. In dreams of tomorrow. - T.H. #poetry
A blank space.
An infinite place.
A spiral up and down.
Breaking into windows of dimensions unnumbered. I'll leave a trail you can follow. In dreams of tomorrow. - T.H. #poetry
@RealisticPoetry My life is a long night of empty streets.
Muted stars by city lights.
Sirens bouncing off the walls and the cries of the insane. An asylum of walking shadows dreaming of the light. - T.H.