• dreadful_artist 10w

    Just take it p1

    Imitative egocentrics
    perch upon my chest
    waiting to eat my dreams
    then take what's next.
    I endure the cruelty
    they ply down my throat
    but I stay awake
    building a mental mote.
    They stay as long as it takes,
    til you don't want the sun
    The longer endured,
    the weaker I become.
    My eyes have grown blurry
    mind constant unrest
    does no one feel this fury
    beating from my chest.