• fi_dha 6w

    Thoughts bubble over like a drink poured.
    I have carved myself a space in oblivion.
    The galaxies reckon me.
    Atrophied brain yells at me for heeding.
    Perished heart bleeds on its own will.
    Skin craves for a touch.
    Words stuck in my throat claws over my flesh,begging to get out.
    I make small talk with sleep,but paralysed in my own nocturnal world.
    I hate anything sweet in human,they are cloyingly sickening.
    Inspiration hits me at ungodly hours.
    I am a sleep deprived,lingering soul
    High on everything that drives normalcy away.