come in,
Iβll show you a glimpse
of my soul, of my heart.
Iβll show you my mind,
itβs a very dark place.
Iβll show you where
the poems are made.
itβs a very numb,
empty and lost space.
come in,
and Iβll show you
what Iβve become
too broken for many,
yet loved by some.
β ventum